“I’m going to do something about this,” Winnifred declared angrily as she looked out the window at the construction site. “How dare they think that they can build a casino here? This is a respectable neighborhood. Do you know what kinds of people a casino will draw? I’m going to the meeting and voice my objections. Are you coming, Thomas?”
Thomas lowered his newspaper. He personally didn’t see what the big fuss was. If a casino brought more business to the community, why get bent out of shape about it? He wasn’t going to attend any meeting just to hear folks spewing up like volcanoes, talking over each other and not really getting anything. Besides, he was quiet comfortable relaxing in his easy chair reading his paper. “No, Dear,” he said. “I’ll pass.”
Winnifred spun around. “How would you feel if a bunch of rowdy under-aged crowds came here, bringing down our property values?”
He shrugged. “The property values went down the day your sister and her family of misfits moved here.”
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