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pleaded. “I’m not asking you to forgive me, or even to understand. But maybe if you heard my side of it, you’d be able to see where I’m coming from.”
    “Where are you coming from?” she asked. “Did you go to Jeff’s first?”
    “Yes, but just to park my car over there.”
    “Of course, you did,” she snickered. “Go away Jason. Don’t bother me again or I’ll take a restraining order out against you. And you owe me about $35,000.”
    “I plan on paying you,” he replied contritely. “Why are being so hostile?”
    “You are kidding me, correct?”
    “No. Yes. I’m just confused.”
    “Go on now; go on back to Jeff’s house. Move out so I can close the door.” She didn’t touch him, but it was clear that she wanted him gone, so he backed away and she shut and locked the door, not without first seeing that her daughter and Dan were still at the curb, waiting and watching. When Jason turned the corner to Jeff’s, she flashed the porch light on and off a few times and they drove off. Her phone beeped and she saw it was a text from Lisa.
    Dan’s calling the police to ask them to keep an eye on things tonight. Pam replied okay, not in the mood for any more conversation. But she was in the mood to snoop. Jason could leave her at the altar and then go to Jeff’s house? He didn’t seem that remorseful to her.
    She walked through the house, shutting lights off, ending up in her bedroom to change clothes. Black yoga pants and a dark turtleneck, she felt like a mime until she pulled on a dark hoodie. “Now I really look like a crook.” Tucking her blond hair into the hood, there was nothing but her light skin to reflect the moon, and she didn’t feel like putting shoe polish on her face. Opening the veranda door to the sand, she carefully looked over the wall of beach grass, which separated her house from Jeff’s and she could see lights reflecting off the sand. It appeared they were inside. Looking up and down the beach, no one was out on that beautiful night, walking in the moonlight. Noiselessly creeping over the dune, she stopped short when she saw the lights were coming from Jeff’s living room. Milling around inside were a congregation of people; it looked like he was having a party!
    Getting down on all fours, she crawled to the window ledge. Ted was sitting in a white canvas slipcovered chair with the back to the window; she recognized his baldhead. Jason stood near the fireplace with a highball glass in his hand, posed, looking like he was in a movie scene. Jeff walked in with a tray of what appeared to be hors d’ oeuvres, going to Ted first, and then Jason. But when he turned, Pam got the shock of her life. Sitting in a short skirt with her long legs crossed, looking up at Jason as she smiled chatting, was Sandra.
    “What are you doing?” Pam fell to the ground, stifling her own scream. It was Natalie, bending over, offering her a helping hand. “I mean, I know what you’re doing, but why ? Fuck that motherfucker.” Pam reached up and grabbed Natalie’s hand.
    “Let me get back to my place before someone else comes out and finds me here,” she gasped. Natalie pulled her up and they ran back over the dune to Pam’s veranda together. Once they were inside, Pam realized she was having a hot flash of epic proportions. She gently pushed Natalie out of the way and locked the door to the veranda, and then powered the shades to come down. “I’m not taking any chances. I saw Sandra there. You realize history is repeating itself. She successfully stole my late husband, and now, Jason.” Pulling the hoodie off, her hair was soaking wet, as well as her t-shirt.
    “I need to change out of these clothes. Watch out for invaders, okay?”
    “Of course. I’d rather kill one of them then let them in.” Pam went back into her bedroom and stripped her clothes off, pulling sweat pants out of the dresser, her mind a blank. There was a crisis at hand, and she was as calm as a corpse. Going into