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didn’t take me long to dismiss that thought. If I was going to spend the rest of my days in jail, it was not going to be because I’d killed a man for dumping me for another woman. I was glad that I was still lucid enough to realize that no man was worth that.
    However, I was not about to let them down gently. No matter what happened now, my name would remain on their lips and minds for a long time.
    â€œIs my suitcase still in the bathroom closet?” Pee Wee asked me in a meek voice.
    I ignored him as I turned to Lizzie. “Woman, I hired you to work for my husband. Are you standing here telling me that you are fucking him, too?” It was no secret around Richland that Lizzie had led such a sheltered life she was still unattached at the age of forty-seven. “You’ve never had a boyfriend or a husband before in your life, but you are willing to settle for…for my leftovers? You think so little of yourself that you will settle for licking the jar, scraping the bone?”
    Pee Wee gasped so hard he stumbled, like he was the one who had just been pushed into an abyss by two of the people he trusted most in the world. “Annette, is that the way you saw me? The bottom of a jar? A bone?”
    â€œYes! And not a very tasty bone at that!” I roared. “I stayed with your black ass because I thought you were a good man!”
    â€œI was— I am a good man !” he defended, whimpering like a wounded puppy.
    â€œWell, if you don’t get the fuck out of my house, you’re going to be a dead man, too!” I warned. “Go get that suitcase, pack up all your shit, and get the fuck out of my face!” I dismissed them both with a vigorous wave, but they didn’t move.
    â€œAnnette, be reasonable. This man deserves to be happy,” Lizzie said, words oozing out of her mouth like syrup. “He needs me ,” she whimpered. I could not believe that she was talking to me like we were discussing a recipe or a yard sale.
    â€œLook, bitch, a good ass-whupping is what you need! And that is exactly what you are going to get if you don’t get the hell out of my house,” I warned. With my arms folded, I clip-clopped across the floor like a stallion. I stopped with my face so close to Pee Wee’s, I could feel and smell his sour breath. “You better tell me what the hell is going on here, and you better tell me now!”
    Pee Wee’s mouth dropped open and he stood still for several seconds, looking at me in slack-jawed amazement. It seemed like he was stalling for more time, more time to make me even more miserable. I kept my eyes on his, and for the first time I noticed how dead his eyes had become. The pupils were no longer a sparkling shade of brown. They were now a shadowy shade of black, with deep, dark circles above and below. When did that happen? I wondered. And why? Well, whatever the reason was, it was too late for me to fix.
    â€œWhat the—how many more times do I have to tell you? Are you deaf! Do you want me to spell it out on a piece of paper or what? I’m leavin’ you ,” he boomed.
    I shrugged and muttered some gibberish under my breath like a lunatic. “Then go,” I advised in a voice that was so calm it scared me. I didn’t remain calm for long. My voice took on a life of its own, flying out of my mouth like a missile. “Get out before I throw you out!” I yelled, shaking my head and both fists.
    He just stood there staring at me. The longer he stayed in my presence, the more danger he was in.

CHAPTER 6
    â€œI …I tried to let you down easy,” Pee Wee told me.
    â€œI don’t believe what I’m hearing.” I shook my head again; then I rubbed my ears with both hands as if that would change what I’d just heard. “I thought you were leaving,” I quipped, waving toward the door.
    â€œI am. But I just want to make sure you’re all right before I leave,” he