Chapter 8 my wife how could I not care?

Howard Moyer ran after him for about ten meters and finally watched Grace Murphy's red supercar go away. "***!" He cursed, kicked the stones in place, and immediately took a taxi home. Not surprisingly, Grace Murphy had already had a round of crying from her mother-in-law Henley. As soon as Howard Moyer got home, he was slapped in the face by Henley. Her manicure was so long that it almost scraped blood on his face. "Mom!"! I'm almost forty. Can you stop hitting me at every turn? Howard Moyer rubbed his face and protested, "I'm going to be on camera this afternoon. How embarrassing it is to have a swollen face!" And you know you're almost forty! Why did I let you go to Woodforest yesterday? What is it? Let me ask you. Henley wished she could open her son's head with her sharp fingernails to see what paste was inside. "I went to see it. Leo Moyer didn't wake up at all. He was lying in bed like an iron nail. It was impossib