I couldn’t bring myself to believe that the meek little woman was attacking me, so I stayed where I was. Sure enough, Louise didn’t do anything except hug me and get the shoulder of my dress wet where her tears were falling. “Why, honey,” I managed to say, “what in the world is wrong?” She shook her head and didn’t answer. I patted her on the back and made the sort of vaguely comforting noises that people always do in situations like that. Then a possible explanation occurred to me. I said, “Did that big ol’ husband of yours do something? Did he hurt you, Louise?” My blood started to boil at the thought. That finally jolted her out of her teary silence. “What? You mean Eddie? Oh, no! Eddie would…would never hurt me.” I wasn’t so sure about that. I hadn’t liked the look of Eddie Kramer earlier in the day. He was nearly twice the size of his wife, and from the sound of the way he’d talked to whoever was on the phone, he liked to bully people. Size and meanness were a bad combination.
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