lonely housewife attempts to feign interest in hockey (a short story by crystal bee)

is that wayne out there

“how about that goaler?  nothing gets in front of him!” she called out to his friends with a flirty wink.  burying his face in hands, old harold crunkshaw thought to himself, “i should have married that homely clever girl.”

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