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heads down the street toward her house.
Peter’s Lexus is sitting in the driveway—big, black, and foreboding as a hearse.
“Just what I need.” She knows why he’s here. Of course, Lena went running to him after what happened. She should have predicted this. And I’ll bet she blamed the whole thing on me.
After parking, she opens the back of her van and pulls out the covered racks she uses to carry the baking she does every morning. She waits for Peter to come running up to her in a fury, but he doesn’t.
He must be inside the house. The thought irritates her. Peter shouldn’t be allowed to come and go as he pleases anymore. He moved out. It’s my house now.
She considers changing the locks, but then wonders if that’s a bad idea. It’s time to find a lawyer, someone who can help guide her through this morass.
Walking up to the house, she discovers Peter isn’t inside after all, but standing by the front door, hands on hips, studying the axe. She watches as he grips the handle and tries to pull it out. He still doesn’t seem to be having any luck.
“What are you doing?” she asks, mostly to annoy him.
“This damn thing won’t budge at all!” He puts one foot on the door to brace himself and starts twisting his body around while he continues to pull. “How did your sister manage to get it stuck like this?”
Natalie shrugs, secretly glad he can’t remove it, and enjoying how silly he looks as he tries.
“And I can’t believe you let Chloe decorate it,” he says, referring to the flower wreath Chloe made and hung on it the first week of school.
“She likes it.”
“We have to get this thing out!” Once again, he grabs hold of it with both hands and pulls, his face turning a mottled shade of red. Suddenly, there’s a loud CRACK and Peter stumbles backward holding a large piece of the axe handle.
“Jesus!” He straightens himself and stares down at the broken handle.
“Are you okay?” Natalie asks, though it’s obvious he’s fine.
Peter is staring at the axe head, which is still stuck in the door. Though now instead of a handle, there’s only a short stump attached. “Did you see what just happened? I could have been killed!”
She rolls her eyes.
“This thing is a menace! I’d sue that sister of yours, if she had any money!”
Natalie shifts, as the baking racks are getting heavy. “Just leave the axe for now. Who cares?”
“What’s gotten into you, Natalie? Since when do you not care whether our house goes to ruin? Besides, I think we need to discuss putting it on the market, and we certainly can’t sell it with an axe sticking out from the front door.”
Natalie reels for a few seconds at his words. “We are not putting this house on the market,” she informs him. “You can forget that.”
“It’s the next logical step.”
“It’s my home and it’s Chloe’s home. Just because you don’t want to live here anymore doesn’t mean we should be forced to move.”
“Fine. Whatever. We still need to have it appraised for its current value.”
Natalie sighs. “Peter, I’m tired. It’s been a long day. Is this why you came here?”
Her turns to her with a hard expression. “You know why I’m here.”
She doesn’t say anything as he steps back, wiping his hands on his pants. “Let’s go inside. I’d rather not discuss this in front of the entire neighborhood.”
He opens the door and Natalie trudges in behind him. She heads for the kitchen and lays the racks out on the table. Peter is standing on the other side, glaring at her. It’s the angriest she’s seen him since the morning he left.
“How could you, Natalie? How could you assault Lena?”
Natalie is incredulous. “I did no such thing! That’s quite an exaggeration.”
“Well, that’s what she said. She told me you came into her place of work and assaulted her. In fact, she wants to file both assault charges and a restraining order against you.”
“ What?” Natalie looks up at the
Peter’s Lexus is sitting in the driveway—big, black, and foreboding as a hearse.
“Just what I need.” She knows why he’s here. Of course, Lena went running to him after what happened. She should have predicted this. And I’ll bet she blamed the whole thing on me.
After parking, she opens the back of her van and pulls out the covered racks she uses to carry the baking she does every morning. She waits for Peter to come running up to her in a fury, but he doesn’t.
He must be inside the house. The thought irritates her. Peter shouldn’t be allowed to come and go as he pleases anymore. He moved out. It’s my house now.
She considers changing the locks, but then wonders if that’s a bad idea. It’s time to find a lawyer, someone who can help guide her through this morass.
Walking up to the house, she discovers Peter isn’t inside after all, but standing by the front door, hands on hips, studying the axe. She watches as he grips the handle and tries to pull it out. He still doesn’t seem to be having any luck.
“What are you doing?” she asks, mostly to annoy him.
“This damn thing won’t budge at all!” He puts one foot on the door to brace himself and starts twisting his body around while he continues to pull. “How did your sister manage to get it stuck like this?”
Natalie shrugs, secretly glad he can’t remove it, and enjoying how silly he looks as he tries.
“And I can’t believe you let Chloe decorate it,” he says, referring to the flower wreath Chloe made and hung on it the first week of school.
“She likes it.”
“We have to get this thing out!” Once again, he grabs hold of it with both hands and pulls, his face turning a mottled shade of red. Suddenly, there’s a loud CRACK and Peter stumbles backward holding a large piece of the axe handle.
“Jesus!” He straightens himself and stares down at the broken handle.
“Are you okay?” Natalie asks, though it’s obvious he’s fine.
Peter is staring at the axe head, which is still stuck in the door. Though now instead of a handle, there’s only a short stump attached. “Did you see what just happened? I could have been killed!”
She rolls her eyes.
“This thing is a menace! I’d sue that sister of yours, if she had any money!”
Natalie shifts, as the baking racks are getting heavy. “Just leave the axe for now. Who cares?”
“What’s gotten into you, Natalie? Since when do you not care whether our house goes to ruin? Besides, I think we need to discuss putting it on the market, and we certainly can’t sell it with an axe sticking out from the front door.”
Natalie reels for a few seconds at his words. “We are not putting this house on the market,” she informs him. “You can forget that.”
“It’s the next logical step.”
“It’s my home and it’s Chloe’s home. Just because you don’t want to live here anymore doesn’t mean we should be forced to move.”
“Fine. Whatever. We still need to have it appraised for its current value.”
Natalie sighs. “Peter, I’m tired. It’s been a long day. Is this why you came here?”
Her turns to her with a hard expression. “You know why I’m here.”
She doesn’t say anything as he steps back, wiping his hands on his pants. “Let’s go inside. I’d rather not discuss this in front of the entire neighborhood.”
He opens the door and Natalie trudges in behind him. She heads for the kitchen and lays the racks out on the table. Peter is standing on the other side, glaring at her. It’s the angriest she’s seen him since the morning he left.
“How could you, Natalie? How could you assault Lena?”
Natalie is incredulous. “I did no such thing! That’s quite an exaggeration.”
“Well, that’s what she said. She told me you came into her place of work and assaulted her. In fact, she wants to file both assault charges and a restraining order against you.”
“ What?” Natalie looks up at the
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