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Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1454

Janelle was speechless and tried to defend her son. “He stole the liquor for Winona because he knows we like her. He probably figured that even if he got caught, we wouldn't be too mad because of her!”

“And as for sneaking into her bedroom… wait, Keaton, why did you sneak into Winona’s room?!” Janelle suddenly grew agitated as she spoke. “She’s a young woman! Even if you don’t care about gossip, she does!”

“No wonder your father said he’d break your legs if you two aren’t together. You better explain yourself right now, or if he doesn’t do it, I will!”

Keaton was at a complete loss. He said meekly, “Aren’t you two being a little old-fashioned? What’s the big deal about a bedroom? It’s the 21st century, friends can hang out in each other’s rooms…”

Janelle smacked him across the back of the head. “A girl’s bedroom is not just any room you can waltz into!”

Richard added, “Especially not by sneaking in!”

Janelle nodded. “Right. If you and Winona are just friends, why did you have to sneak over? Why not use the front door?” She leaned in and sniffed. “And, what did you do in her bedroom?! You smell like Winona’s shampoo…” Her eyes widened. “You took a shower in her room?!”

Keaton quickly explained, “I just washed my hair, I didn’t take a shower! Can you please stop looking at me like I’m some kind of creep?”

Janelle was furious. “What kind of decent young man climbs through a window to wash his hair in a girl’s room?!”

Richard chimed in, “Unless they’re dating!”

Janelle faltered for a second, then glared at Keaton. She took out her phone and snapped two photos. “Tell me the truth about you and Winona right now! If you don’t, not only will you get a beating, but I’ll post these ugly pictures of you online for everyone to laugh at!”

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