Chapter Sixteen
“I knew it would happen.”
Lettie’s voice was the first I heard after the beep alerted me to the fact Terry had an incoming call. My hands had been wrist deep in soapy water as I hand-washed Terry’s dirty panties and soiled hose - this, I am ashamed to admit, so far had I fallen, after having sniffed each garment before consigning it to the sink. Consequently, the necessary drying of my hands before taking up my phone and joining their conversation had been delayed.
“I warned you of this, Terry,” a displeased Lettie told her. “You’re taking it too far. He’s given you everything you wanted but it’s not enough for you, is it?”
“Oh, don’t make my husband out to be some kind of long-suffering martyr bending over backwards to save his marriage,” Terry came back at her, the un
