The Coveted Orange Tree

Hiram wondered, 'Do I look like a fool?'

He stood up from the sofa and went to the fridge, but his wife got most of the remaining orange slices first.

"Hiram, please humor me this time. I have a cold. I feel so unwell," Joan put her hands behind her back and pouted.

Hiram had been married for twenty years but rarely seen his wife's willful side.

However, he had played tricks to get the orange from