the bathroom, she grabbed her brush and looked at the reflection in the mirror. Who was that stranger staring back at her? Glad for Natalie’s presence, she couldn’t imagine what she’d do if alone. Bust through Jeff’s door for the attack? Take one too many sleeping pills to block out the day? She’d take cues from Natalie.
When she came back out and they made eye contact, the laughing began. They roared laughing.
“I think I’m might have to kill someone before this over,” Pam said, wiping tears of laughter off her cheeks.
“I’ll help you,” Natalie replied, snorting. “I still can’t believe he did that to you today.”
“It was a blessing in disguise, I promise you. Do you want a drink?” Pam asked. “I don’t know what else to say to you. Expect I’m so happy you came out and found me. How’d that happen, anyway?”
“Let’s get that drink,” Natalie said, coming to Pam and pushing her toward the kitchen. “I couldn’t stand listening to the bullshit and when I walked out to the patio, I saw a figure lurking near the window. It didn’t take me long to figure out it was you.” Pam looked at her, confused. “That rock.” Natalie pointed to her ring. “That’s not the one Jason gave you, is it.”
Pam shook her head. “Nope, it’s my engagement ring from Jack. I know, I know, what a jerk. But at least Jack tried to hide his behavior. He didn’t humiliate me in front of my entire family and friends until after he died.
“I’m hungry,” she said. “Do you want to share a pizza with me?”
“I’d be delighted to,” Natalie said. The women locked up the house again and left in Pam’s luxury SUV for Shore Pizza. It wasn’t until after midnight Ted finally noticed Natalie’s absence.
Chapter 3
Sunday morning, Pam awoke as sick as she’d been in years. Burning up with fever, she remembered having dreams in which she woke up screaming for her mother so loudly that Annabelle came running into her bedroom. Determining that Pam had a temperature, she went into the bathroom and dug around the medicine chest for aspirin. “Come on, my dear, take these and drink some water, please. You’ve had a hell of a time.” Waiting nearby until Pam finally calmed down and fell back to sleep, Annabelle slept on the couch in the den, just in case Pam cried out again.
There was a gray light coming in over the drapes, a sure fire way to tell she’d overslept. Reaching for the nightstand, she felt around on its surface until she found her glasses, and turning the clock to read its face, was astonished that it was past nine. Moaning, she got her legs off the bed and pushed to the end.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Nelda was hanging up Pam’s clothes from the night before.
“What are you doing here?” Pam said, surprised. “How’d you get home?”
“Annabelle called to tell me you were sick so Dan brought me over. Why are you getting up? You need more aspirin,” she said, frowning, holding out the black top Pam wore to snoop. “And what in God’s name did you do last night? Rob a bank?”
“I have to go to the bathroom, if you don’t mind,” she replied, getting up. When she came out, Nelda had made up the bed so she could get back in. “Thank you for coming but I think its a little overkill. I’m sick because I allowed the situation yesterday to get to me.”
“Ha!” Nelda laughed. “Your fiancé leaves you at the altar; I think that’s more than enough reason to get good and sick.” She offered Pam her arm as they walked to the kitchen.
“That’s not all, Mother,” she said sadly, taking her arm. “When I called Sandra yesterday, Valarie said she’d gone to Philadelphia.”
“No, I cannot believe she’d stoop that low, snake that she is.”
“Well, believe it, because later on, I snuck over to Jeff’s house to peek in the windows and she was there. I saw Ted’s ex-girl friend, Natalie and she said Sandra had come with Jason.”
Confused,