...eping, Marge went down to the kitchen for a glass of water. She couldn’t sleep due to her thinking so much. She heard hernagging voice repeatedly saying “No”, to an invisible Smithers, along with how immoral it was, against the law and the bible… However, behind that voice was another one, smaller, telling her she never had any fun, that it could be an easy income. Marge was so self absorbed that she didn’t hear Bart come in.
-Hi sweetie. Why are you up so late? You have school tomorrow.
-I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about… homework.
-Well, maybe it’s about Mr. Smithers.
Bart served himself a glass of water before sitting down in front of his mother. They just sat there, silently except for the sips of water, lost in thought for a moment.
-What do you thing about this, asked Marge.
-I can understand why you don’t want to.
-But what do you think?
Bart took a drink of his water, not looking his mom in the eyes, uncomfortable.
-Why don’t you ask Lisa? She has an opinion on everything.
-Because I want to know your thoughts. Bart took another nervous drink, still not looking her in the face.
-Well I… suppose… it would be alright.
He didn’t look at her, but he felt he...