R is for....

R is for....

RED

There are five different shades of red in this doodle (plus some shading and highlighting).

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Raymond Richards rebuked himself roundly, realizing that Rita would see red when he told her that he had run a red light. A $500 fine was ridiculous but realistically he knew it was really what he deserved.  They wouldn't be ruined by the fine but their savings were rapidly dwindling and his real estate company was on the rocks due to the recession. Resources for college for the kids were drastically reduced since last year.  Then yesterday there was the red tag sale at Ross's where their daughter, Rosie, had ragged on them until they'd bought her a whole new wardrobe for next week which she would be spending with Rianna, a rich, Redlands coed, who somehow thought she was royalty and was relentlessly recruiting Rosie to the same rank.  Thank goodness Rick was not reaching for a similar goal.  He had the regimental leanings of Ray's father and relentlessly pushed himself towards that goal by first joining the ROTC.
      
Ray redirected his route by taking the ravine road down to the river to ruminate upon his revelations.  He turned off the radio which had been playing "Red River Valley" and was now recounting the latest responses from Red China to the recent re-election of the president.

Perhaps we will have to refinance our home, he thought remorsefully.  There'll be no more watching the Redskins at the stadium, he resolved. Resolutely he realized they needed to cut back rigorously on their recreational weekends at the Radisson Resort and Spa.  At least he had time to reverse their reservations for next weekend. 

It wasn't just the $500 he realized.  They needed to refresh and renew their budget rigidly.  But Rita loved their ritzy life style.  She reveled in her social contacts and she certainly wouldn't relinquish her role in the Red Hat Society.  But their bank balance was close to being in the red.

Ah well, it was beginning to rain and he was ravenous.  He could almost smell the redolent barbecue ribs waiting for him. As he pulled into his residence, Rover, his retriever came racing rambunctiously to greet him.  Rita was waiting at the front door.  His heart sank.

Well this is it, he thought ruefully,  I hope it doesn't end in a major row. He reluctantly moved towards the front door.  Rita, red-eyed and crumple-faced, rushed towards him.

"Oh Ray!" she recited, "I rear-ended a police car today!"  Then she burst into tears.

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