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It is pretty clear that Jeffrey has already had more than enough of being the longsuffering little gay hubby and I am more than a little gratified seeing how nicely he can kick George's ass. I myself pick up the two bottles of liquor and carry them into the bathroom where I quickly empty them into the toilet. "Is there any more?" "That should be it", says Jeffrey. They are both standing behind me by the bathroom door. Back in the living room I can see that Chelsea and her stepmom have both left. "They were both pretty embarrassed", says Sarah. "I suppose we are having a meeting?" "I suppose that we are", say I. "And I am sure they will both get over it." "There's been a real change in you, Chrisopher", she says as I sit between her and Carol on the couch. "It looks good on you." "I find that you have become rather bossy", says Carol. "But I do agree with Sarah, it does become you, Christopher." We are all gathered round now in various chairs and seatings. "I have something to say", says jeffrey. And now he shines like an indignant English schoolboy. "Shortly after you all left, George went tearing around the kitchen, certain he would find some booze, which he finally got out of the back of the pantry." "My father went through a period of alcoholism, and so as he was going in for treatment, I hid all the booze on him. I am amazed you were able to find it.