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but my vision was off the chart. For the next couple of seconds the only thing I could see in that kitchen was Pee Wee’s face. But it wasn’t the face of a creature. It was the face of the only man I had ever really loved. And I wanted to slap that face through the wall. If this situation didn’t justify a violent crime of passion, nothing did.
    I knew that if I got ugly, somebody was going to end up hurt.
    I took a deep breath. One so deep that my tongue felt like it was about to slide down my throat. As angry as I was, I was surprised that I was so composed. “You know what? You two deserve each other!” I yelled, shaking a finger in Pee Wee’s face, looking from him to her, then back to him.
    He nodded, “You’re right.” That was not what I expected to hear. He had already broken my heart. Now it felt like he was dancing a jig on it. “Me and Lizzie do deserve each other.”
    â€œSo this is not just a little fling, huh?” I croaked, determined not to cry until I was alone. “Do you honestly think that you will be happier with her?”
    He nodded again.
    It took a few moments for me to get my next sentence out. “But—but wh y? We were doing so well trying to get back to where we were—”
    Pee Wee held his hand up and gave me a stern look. “We don’t need to go into all that now. The bottom line is, me and Lizzie have been in love for a while now, and we don’t want to keep on sneakin’ around.”
    â€œA while? Just how…how long has this mess been going on?” I asked, looking at Lizzie.
    â€œMess? I don’t appreciate you usin’ such a tacky word,” he informed me. “We are all grown, reasonable adults up in here. You could show a little more respect. I am bein’ very civil about this, ain’t I? And so is Lizzie.”
    â€œLike I said, I want to know how long this…this mess has been going on?” I demanded through clenched teeth.
    â€œWhat difference does it make?” Pee Wee answered. I stumbled forward and I guess he must have thought I was lunging for Lizzie because he shielded her body with his. “I…uh…we already put a deposit on an apartment. Life is too short—”
    â€œAnd yours is going to be shorter than you think if you don’t come to your senses!” I threatened.
    Pee Wee gave me another wild-eyed look. “Me come to my senses? Woman, you got a lot of nerve sayin’ some shit like that to me! Especially after what you did with that punk-ass gigolo last year!”
    There was a large plastic bowl on the counter by the sink. It contained cold water up to the rim. I had used the water the night before to wash some Chinese mustard greens that I planned to cook for dinner this evening. My fussy daughter, Charlotte, a spoiled child who regarded good old down-home soul food like it was a cancer, had screamed and bolted from the kitchen in terror when she saw the greens. A few minutes later, she returned and played in that same water, pushing a tiny sailboat with a little man in it that resembled a young John Travolta. What fascinated her about the water was that it was so clear she could see her face in it. I could see my face in it now, but it wasn’t a face I wanted to see, or one I recognized. There was so much anger in my eyes that it had sharpened my vision. I could see the red veins that had popped up in the whites of my eyes around my dilated pupils. My lips were twisted and my cheeks were trembling. I looked like some kind of wild-eyed creature from a black lagoon myself, just like Pee Wee. I felt like one, too. I knew that if Pee Wee and his bitch didn’t vacate the premises soon, they’d have to deal with my full-blown wrath. Unfortunately for them, they didn’t leave in time.
    I could no longer contain myself. My fist connected with the side of Pee Wee’s face so hard one of his teeth flew out of his mouth,