Lisa's Choice
He studied his wife’s face and then his son’s. The family were sitting at the kitchen table, and the atmosphere was gloomy.
“I’m not sure this experiment is working,” he said, and his son nodded vehemently.
“Let’s not be hasty, love,” his wife said. “We agreed to give it a few weeks. It’s only been a couple of days.”
“But setting up a Bed and Breakfast was supposed to make life easier.”
“We’ve only had one guest so far, love. Others might be less of a problem.”
The door opened and Goldilocks strode in. “I have a complaint,” she said.
“I’m not sure this experiment is working,” he said, and his son nodded vehemently.
“Let’s not be hasty, love,” his wife said. “We agreed to give it a few weeks. It’s only been a couple of days.”
“But setting up a Bed and Breakfast was supposed to make life easier.”
“We’ve only had one guest so far, love. Others might be less of a problem.”
The door opened and Goldilocks strode in. “I have a complaint,” she said.
