A Neighborhood Party
by Roger Grayson
"For God's Sakes, Harry, get away from that window. Haven't you ogled that little girl next door enough for one day?" Marsha Burns scolded at her husband from across the room where she had the Sunday paper laid out on the floor. "Her husband's going to catch you eyeing her and be over here with a baseball bat in a few minutes."
"Man," he replied, turning toward his wife and smiling."