Kitchen Honeys

Mary Beth could not believe her eyes. Gerald was actually doing the dishes, and her brother Wade drying. Mother said men were not made for housework, dishes are simply one of the Wifely Duties. No discussion. Well, Mother wasn't a wife of the 1950's like Mary Beth. Mary Beth had it made. She certainly was a wife of progress.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open and she became all to aware of the darkness surrounding her. The moon shown through the bedroom window, one of her hair curlers poked into her scalp, her pillow was moist with perspiration. Gerald lay sleeping soundly beside her. It was a cruel, cruel dream.