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Ed entered the house, shutting the door behind him. He took off his sunglasses, put them in his breast pocket, and turned around to find Kathy standing in the middle of the living room, staring at him.
He approached his wife, not aware of her anger, and put his arms out to hug her. "Hello, Snowball. What have you been up to? Hey... I finished the--"
She pulled away from him. "Don't you 'Snowball' me!" She said angrily and placed her hands on her hips. "Why didn't you tell me about the late insurance fees?"
Ed furrowed his brow in confusion, then realized what she was talking about. "Oh... I um... well... you see..."
Kathy stared at him menacingly and he stopped fumbling and spoke up. "I meant to tell you. I also meant to pay. It just kept um... well... going over my head, I guess."
"Going over your head! What did you need to remember all day that was more important than this? Oh, I know: Mr. Brinkley and that stupid script! Well guess what Ed, Mr. Brinkley's not going to be paying three hundred dollars for your being absent-minded. WE are."
"Th-Th-Three hundred dollars?"
"That's right."
"Oh... oh dear. Where are we going to get three hundred dollars?"
"Yes, Ed. Where ARE we going to get three hundred dollars? Hmm?" She stared at Ed, knowing the answer perfectly.
Ed looked at Kathy nervously. "I'll get the newspaper."