He nods real approvin' like. That's good, Mary Jo. You should be proud of that. Funny how he managed to slip in that question right after praisin' me. My anger has been refrigerated.
Fear is on top now, a thick layer of cold, greasy fat.
It might be. I paid on the house for two years, I think. I correct him. I'm thinkin' about lawyers now, tryin' to remember the name of the lawyer who helped me get the divorce, on the grounds of desertion. I can't remember all the legal mumbo-jumbo he worked out.