Lauren was sure of that fact when Miss Callie showed up at their front door. Lauren knew that was a no-no. Miss Callie knew it, too. Miss Callie was fed up and truly tired of waiting. And now, judging from the fight that Lauren’s parents were having, Miss Callie might soon get her wish. “I want you out!” her mother had screamed after jumping on her father’s back. She’d clawed him like an alley cat in the midst of a fight. Vernon had done everything to keep her blows at bay. He’d wrestled her off and now she was leaning against the wall, crying, her chest heaving. “I’m done. I’m so, so done.” “Fine,” he said, heading to grab his keys off the bar. “You want me out, I’m out.” But before he could reach them, Joyce dove and snatched them up. “You’re not going to her!” He stopped and gritted his teeth, exasperated. “You told me to get out. That’s what I’m doing.” “No, we’re going to finish this first,” she sobbed. “You’re going to admit to all the whores you’ve been with.
