Marybeth said. There was a quiver in her voice, and from the look in her bloodshot eyes, she clearly hadn’t been getting a lot of sleep lately. Marybeth had always been a curvy girl, even more than I’d been, but over the years she’d given in to it and now barely resembled the young woman who’d stolen my boyfriend once upon a time. “I’m not so sure about that,” I said, wondering if she’d just seen her husband leave my pizzeria. Could she still be unhappy with me after all these years? She’d gotten what she wanted, namely Kevin Hurley, but I’d heard grumblings around town that Marybeth had put her own spin on things, that Kevin had been hers, I’d taken him away, and then she’d stolen him back. Who knew? She’d said it so long, maybe she even believed it. “I don’t like you, and I know you don’t care for me,” she said. “So why do we need to discuss it? I vote no.” “This isn’t about us. No matter how we feel about each other, there’s one person we both care for.”
