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with me. Now, is that why you suddenly got such a big bee in your bonnet?”
    â€œNo, it’s not. But I’m telling you now that you couldn’t pay me enough to crawl back into bed again with your ashy black self.”
    There was more silence. This time it was even more disturbing. I coughed to clear my throat some more. “If you are still on the line, say something,” I ordered.
    â€œMaybe I should hang up and call again. Let’s start all over. I don’t know why in the hell you are talkin’ so crazy. And the way you keep beatin’ around the bush, I’ll be on this phone all day tryin’ to find out why. Now, if I did or said somethin’ to upset you before I left you, I’m sorry. But I would like to know what it is that I did or said, so I’ll know not to say or do it again. I ain’t no mind reader.”
    I could still hear Lizzie’s shrill voice ringing in my ears. It was as painful as somebody batting my head with a baseball bat. I was so glad that she had called me up and not come to my house again—for her sake as well as mine. If she ever came to my house again, she’d probably be carried out on a stretcher. I had seen her on the streets and walking through the mall a few times since the day she stuck a knife in my back. Each time I saw her, I had to leave the premises as fast as I could. Otherwise, I don’t know what I would have done to her, whether she provoked me or not. But come to think of it, she didn’t have to do or say anything to provoke me now. She’d already done that by befriending me and then stealing my husband.
    â€œLizzie drove by here this morning. She saw your car parked out front. She called me up again a few minutes after you left.”
    â€œOh. Well, now ... uh ... now I can understand why you seem so much more upset,” he sputtered, releasing a sigh of relief. “Uh, I’ll try to reach her right now. The sooner I straighten her out, the sooner you can stop worryin’ about her callin’ you again.”
    â€œYou do that, Pee Wee. And when you talk to her, ask her what she’s going to name your baby.”
    He let out a gasp that was so profound, it sounded like it had come out of a geyser. I hung up before he could say another word.

CHAPTER 6
    I CALLED UP RHODA AGAIN AROUND TEN DURING MY FIRST COFFEE break. “I’m glad I found out about this baby before I let Pee Wee move back home,” I told her, speaking into the telephone on my desk in my office. “God is good.”
    â€œThat is so true,” she agreed. “Look what the good Lord’s done for me.” I knew exactly what Rhoda was talking about. She often gave God credit for allowing her to survive breast cancer and a stroke. “And He’s done a lot for you too.”
    â€œI know He has, but where do I go from here?” I wondered out loud.
    I clutched a large cup of coffee that I had picked up in our employee break room, wishing it was something a lot stronger. I needed something a lot more potent than coffee to dull my senses. Like a shot of tequila. But I was glad that my mind was sharp and alert. I didn’t want alcohol or anything else to alter my mind until I had digested this latest uproar.
    â€œDoes this mean that there is no chance that you and my boy will get back together now?” Rhoda asked. From the tone of her voice, I could tell that she was worried about her boy Pee Wee. But I knew she was even more worried about me.
    I took another sip from my coffee cup before I answered her question. The coffee was too hot for my taste, but the sudden discomfort on my bottom lip didn’t even faze me. I continued to drink anyway.
    â€œWhat would you do?” I muttered, sliding my tongue across my irritated lip. “What if it was your husband who got another woman pregnant? Can you imagine the hurt you’d have to deal with for the rest of your life? Would you welcome