Revenge of the Drunken Housewives
Helen didn't know why Sylvia had asked her to come over, but she had sound so distraught on the phone, the 38 year old housewife had abandoned the cookies she was rolling out for her son's party that night and crossed the suburban street that separated her home from Sylvia's. Sylvia terribly upset by something, her brown eyes wide, her full lips quivering. "My God, Sylvia!" she exclaimed. "What's wrong?" "I...I..." Sylvia stammered. "You better sit down, Helen." Her best friend indicated the...