...supposeÖ it would be alright.
He didnít look at her, but he felt her eyes. Mad eyes? Sad eyes? She took a sip. Her little boy was becoming a man.
-How, asked Marge, amazingly controlling her voice to keep it neutral, how would this be alright?
-Youíre mad, arenít you.
-Iím not mad, Iím justÖ concerned, as Smithers said. Concerned for all of your well beings.
-Well, the way I see it, it would bring the family together in a fun activity and weíd be paid for it.
-What about the law? What if we get caught?
-Ask Smithers. You didnít leave him much time to explain himself. Iím sure if he does this, he must have a good backup plan.
Bart got up and returned to his room. Marge just looked into the darkness. MaybeÖ he was right. In some twisted way, what he said was true. What is they did do it? Would it really be better? First thing would have to be talk to Mr. Smithers, and then choose.
Marge went back to her room and returned to bed. Homer wasnít asleep. She knew because he wasnít snoring, and because a Snrub Corporation card was left on her pillow.
The next day, Marge confirmed with Lisa, the only who hadnít given her opinion yet, if she was for or against it. Lisa gave her the big thumbs up, having herself already considered the matter. If any doubt was left in Margeís mind, it all left with the confidence in L...