“Thanks for not saying anything to the boys
about Keith , Lolly. I’m filing for
divorce this time, but he’s still their father.” She dug into the ice cream with a plastic
paddle. “I don’t understand him anymore. Maybe he’s having some kind of
mid-life crisis, but, my God, he’s just thirty-six, the same age I am.”
“You said he’d done it before?”
“He’s had a few flings, and he
totally ran out on me once, but it’s never gone this far. Lolly, he’s actually talking about marrying
this—this girl—he‘s shacked up with.”
“How old is she?”
“Eighteen, for God’s sake! Just four years older than Eric!”
“How’d he meet her?”
“At a bar on Sixth Street. Where else?”
“This is so weird, Sarah. I’ve never known Keith to drink anything but
diet colas until that night he went after me.”
“When he jumps the traces, he goes
all the way. It’s like a different
personality takes over.”
“Do you think it could be some sort
of psychological disorder.”
“No.
Actually I think it’s his real personality bursting through the sham.”
“You think he’s been faking it all
along?”
“Yeah.
I think he figured out how to latch onto a rich wife and to get ahead,
but the role began wearing thin. That’s
why he was staying away from the house more and more—it certainly wasn’t because he
was so popular at the hospital. I called
his nurse right after I got home from Bisque Bend and she told me he’d been
suspended. And now he’s staging a raid
on the house to grab the boys.”
“Dad and Cotton will handle
that.” At least she prayed they
would. Oh, God, she hoped Cotton was
okay—and Dad, of course, but while she’d always love Dad, Cotton was her
primary concern now.
Sarah finished scooping out the ice
cream and opened a drawer for spoons.
“Keith’s beginning to scare me.”
A shadowy figure knocked on the kitchen
door and the spoons clattered to the floor.
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