There were tables to be put away, his cables still needed to be wound up, and most of the flowers were still in place. RJ called out, “Hey Tyce, can you give me a hand?” Knowing hard physical work was exactly what he needed right now to burn off some steam, he grabbed tools from the toolbox and set to work ripping apart Tara. “Whoa, take it easy,” RJ said as Tyce yanked off a large section. “We might need to put it back together someday.” “Nope,” Tyce said, “I think Marge is actually going to stay married to this husband. Which means we’ve seen the last of Tara.” From what he’d seen today, the Banning women were better at sticking with their men than he’d given them credit for. “Well,” RJ said, “someone else might want it. That niece of hers, maybe.” Tyce gripped the hammer even harder as he slammed it into a beam.
