I've told you about her.""Yes, but-but-"Donning the most naive, innocuous expression I could manage, I looked at her. "But what?"She gaped at me. "What's she doing here?""The National Park Service transferred her to Johnson City, you know, LBJ's boyhood home. She needs a place to flop until she finds a place of her own""But ... why you?" she was sputtering now."She doesn't know anyone around here," I paused, glancing at her. "Why? What's the matter?" I asked with an ingenuous air. "You're not jealous, are you?"I've got to give Janice credit. She was much more candid than me on the jealously issue. "Yes, I'm jealous," she spat out. "And I don't mind saying so. I don't want that-that-"Now it was my time to chuckle. "Easy. Remember, you're a lady" She glared at me. "Oh, you ... just shut up," she muttered and jerked around in the seat folding her arms across her chest. She did not speak to me the remainder of the drive home, nor did she bother to say good night. She just jumped out of the truck and slammed the door.Because she had taken such delight in my being jealous, I wasn't about to tell Janice that there was no way on this green earth that I planned to let Diane stay with me.
