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lots of silver jewelry. “How are you doing?”
“Good. Tucker got his papers this morning.” Her wrists jingled from the row of bracelets. “Lord, he hit the roof. Movers left like twenty minutes ago with all of his stuff. That was a weird feeling. To watch someone pack up your husband’s stuff. I mean it’s not like he’s dead. Or maybe he should be. I mean not dead-dead. Dead to me. Wait . . .” She reached for Katherine’s hand. “Are you okay?”
A choked cry escaped from her. And that was it. She hadn’t cried when she caught Ron. Hadn’t cried when she scribbled the message on his desk. Hadn’t broken down all the way home, but one look into Peggy’s eyes and she’d lost all of her restraint, and she couldn’t even catch her breath to explain.
“Oh, my goodness. Katherine? I’m so sorry. I was just rambling. All about me. I didn’t even notice. What is going on?”
Katherine folded to a heap on the front porch.
“Did something happen to Ron? Oh, God. He’s not dead, is he? You know how I’m always saying things like that. Has something happened to him?”
Katherine let out a halfhearted laugh through her tears. Oh, something had happened to Ron all right, was happening pretty frequently to him, too. But not like Peggy was thinking.
“Let’s get you inside,” Peggy said.
“I can’t.” Katherine shook her head and clenched her keys tighter in her hand. She couldn’t go inside. There was nothing in there she needed. Nothing but more lies. She leaned forward on her knees and cried.
Peggy sat down next to her and rubbed a hand along her back. “Honey. What’s wrong?”
“I’m so sorry. You’re going through all of this stuff, too. It’s not fair. I’m so sorry about Tucker.”
“Oh, Katherine, you’re more upset than I am. Honey, don’t do this to yourself. I’m going to be fine. Yes, he’s going to be a big fat pain in the ass about it. Already conjured up a lawyer to do battle with me, but I’m not the least bit worried. And no matter what he does or how long he drags it out, it’s going to be on his dime.” She grabbed Katherine’s hand. “It’s okay, honey.”
“No. It’s not.” Katherine ran a hand across her face.
“Let me at least go in and get you some tissues.”
Katherine handed over the keys and Peggy went inside.
By the time Peggy came out with a glass of water and a box of tissues, Katherine had pulled herself somewhat together. “I’m sorry, Peggy.”
“Don’t be. We’re friends. Now what in the heck has you so upset?”
Katherine tugged two tissues from the box, and then squeezed them into her hand. “Peggy, I saw Ron with another woman today.”
Peggy’s lips pulled into a tight line. She shook her head, then tilted it slightly as her eyes softened in response.
Katherine hated to ask, but she had to. “Did you know?”
Peggy lowered her chin. “No, honey. I didn’t know. Ron isn’t Tucker. I’m sure Ron was very discreet. Are you sure what you saw was . . . you know.”
She nodded. “No question about it.” She pulled her phone out and scrolled to the picture of Ron kissing the woman. “Right in the street.” She shoved the phone into Peggy’s hands.
Her friend took a long look at the picture, even zoomed in, and then dropped her hands to her lap. “No way to really wiggle out of that one.” The redhead tilted the phone to the left. “You don’t even do CPR in that position.”
Katherine took the phone back. She took one more look at the picture, resulting in a groan, and then pressed the power button. Even the red slide to power off prompt annoyed her right now.
“Maybe you can work things out. Couples do it all the time. You know middle-age craziness and all that.”
She flashed Peggy a look. “Seriously? I could never forgive this.”
“Me either. I just wanted you to consider it.” Peggy wiggled her toes, the nails bright orange, in her sandals. “What are you going to do?”
“I’d like to run
“Good. Tucker got his papers this morning.” Her wrists jingled from the row of bracelets. “Lord, he hit the roof. Movers left like twenty minutes ago with all of his stuff. That was a weird feeling. To watch someone pack up your husband’s stuff. I mean it’s not like he’s dead. Or maybe he should be. I mean not dead-dead. Dead to me. Wait . . .” She reached for Katherine’s hand. “Are you okay?”
A choked cry escaped from her. And that was it. She hadn’t cried when she caught Ron. Hadn’t cried when she scribbled the message on his desk. Hadn’t broken down all the way home, but one look into Peggy’s eyes and she’d lost all of her restraint, and she couldn’t even catch her breath to explain.
“Oh, my goodness. Katherine? I’m so sorry. I was just rambling. All about me. I didn’t even notice. What is going on?”
Katherine folded to a heap on the front porch.
“Did something happen to Ron? Oh, God. He’s not dead, is he? You know how I’m always saying things like that. Has something happened to him?”
Katherine let out a halfhearted laugh through her tears. Oh, something had happened to Ron all right, was happening pretty frequently to him, too. But not like Peggy was thinking.
“Let’s get you inside,” Peggy said.
“I can’t.” Katherine shook her head and clenched her keys tighter in her hand. She couldn’t go inside. There was nothing in there she needed. Nothing but more lies. She leaned forward on her knees and cried.
Peggy sat down next to her and rubbed a hand along her back. “Honey. What’s wrong?”
“I’m so sorry. You’re going through all of this stuff, too. It’s not fair. I’m so sorry about Tucker.”
“Oh, Katherine, you’re more upset than I am. Honey, don’t do this to yourself. I’m going to be fine. Yes, he’s going to be a big fat pain in the ass about it. Already conjured up a lawyer to do battle with me, but I’m not the least bit worried. And no matter what he does or how long he drags it out, it’s going to be on his dime.” She grabbed Katherine’s hand. “It’s okay, honey.”
“No. It’s not.” Katherine ran a hand across her face.
“Let me at least go in and get you some tissues.”
Katherine handed over the keys and Peggy went inside.
By the time Peggy came out with a glass of water and a box of tissues, Katherine had pulled herself somewhat together. “I’m sorry, Peggy.”
“Don’t be. We’re friends. Now what in the heck has you so upset?”
Katherine tugged two tissues from the box, and then squeezed them into her hand. “Peggy, I saw Ron with another woman today.”
Peggy’s lips pulled into a tight line. She shook her head, then tilted it slightly as her eyes softened in response.
Katherine hated to ask, but she had to. “Did you know?”
Peggy lowered her chin. “No, honey. I didn’t know. Ron isn’t Tucker. I’m sure Ron was very discreet. Are you sure what you saw was . . . you know.”
She nodded. “No question about it.” She pulled her phone out and scrolled to the picture of Ron kissing the woman. “Right in the street.” She shoved the phone into Peggy’s hands.
Her friend took a long look at the picture, even zoomed in, and then dropped her hands to her lap. “No way to really wiggle out of that one.” The redhead tilted the phone to the left. “You don’t even do CPR in that position.”
Katherine took the phone back. She took one more look at the picture, resulting in a groan, and then pressed the power button. Even the red slide to power off prompt annoyed her right now.
“Maybe you can work things out. Couples do it all the time. You know middle-age craziness and all that.”
She flashed Peggy a look. “Seriously? I could never forgive this.”
“Me either. I just wanted you to consider it.” Peggy wiggled her toes, the nails bright orange, in her sandals. “What are you going to do?”
“I’d like to run
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