Wallace came home, from the tavern one night. A bit drunk, a bit loud, and feeling just right. He looked threw the window, and around the yard, stepped up to the door, and yelled real hard. "Janey, get out here", he bellowed, at the top of his lungs, he had no idea, she was with Norman, one of his chums. He walked threw his house, with a beer in his hand, heard some talking, out the back door, Norman ran. "Did ya hear me, he screamed, ya fat, stupid bitch, or should I go to the wood pile, and fetch me a switch?" Janey was flustered, still burning from Normans fire, "What is it you want Wallace", she said, with no desire. "My beer bottle's empty, I can't make it down stairs, go get me one Janey, 'fore I knock ya, from here to there." Janey went to the basement, with hatred in her stride, came back with his beer, and went upstairs and cried. While laying in bed, for nearly an hour, she tossed and turned, and thought about his power. I can't stand this no more, I feel battered and beaten, I got to do something, I'll get Norman, we'll do it this weekend. Janey followed her husbands directions, made meals and brought beer, she knew in two days, the weekend would be here. Norman drove in the door yard, all happy and sly, he knew he was here, to take care of this guy. It had been a while, since Wallace had seen, His ole buddy Norman, he met in his teens. They exchanged formalities, out the door they both went, Janey sat on the sofa, shoulders forward, exhausted, spent. Off to Clancey's, a tavern across town, they pulled into the drive yard, Wallace pissed on the ground. They drank and they drank, beer was flowing all night, except Norman switched full ones, for empties, out of Wallace's sight. The evening was over, Last call finally came, Norman drank a few beers, to go threw with his plan. On the way back home, Norman waited, and then, he grabbed the wheel from Wallace, looked in his face, with a grin, "Ya bastard it's over", and off Doherty's bridge, they did fly, when they hit the water, only one of them would die. Norman swam to the top, of the water, and pulled himself out, the son-of-a-bitch was dead, with out any doubt. He ran to a neighbor, and pleaded for help, he assisted the police, but the police had felt, that this was an accident, of drunken demise, Norman forced a tear, and wiped it from his eyes.