tap tap tapping at
the window pane, while
Fred and Ginger glided
along the freshly waxed
floor. Ginger slipped and
Fred landed on her
, but all was forgiven
when they locked lips
. “Fred, you cheating bastard!”
shouted Morticia as she
shuffled angrily forth, waving
Cousin Itt around for
the fiftieth time that
his hair became tangled
. "Don’t worry, Morticia, it’s
not your fault that
Puggsley is an exhibitionist.
!" Fred hastily retreated to
a different TV show
- Game of Thrones, hoping