“You’ve been making yourself mighty scarce.” “Come on in, and I’ll tell you about it.” “It may be me telling you.” She’s all puffed up with news. “All heck broke loose around here this afternoon.” Strong language for Loretta. I brew us some coffee and we sit out on my porch. The air is fresh after yesterday’s rain, and it’s not so humid. “You go first,” I say, and she doesn’t hesitate. “Marybeth came into town this afternoon, and they say she was at the house when Curtis got there. From what I hear, he tried to throw her out, but that big man, Jack’s friend, was there, and he intervened. He and Curtis got into a fistfight.” I set my coffee down and stare at her. “You’re kidding!” “No, sir! A neighbor called Rodell, but apparently he was not available.” She gives me raised eyebrows. “I’m not surprised.
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