“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, Frank?” she screamed into her phone as she sat in her car in the restaurant parking lot.
“That was dinner with my employer.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”
“Listen Morgan, I’ve got a great job now. A real job that pays good money. Not like construction for all of those little companies I was working for.”
“So! What’s it to me?”
“Well, for one thing, you’ll get the support you’ve always got CPS hounding me for.”
“I don’t have them hounding you or doing anything else, for that matter. There’s a court order Frank. They do that all on their own!”
She heaved out a heavy breath. “What pictures have you shown Sable?”
“I, uh...I had a couple. Three or four.”
“No you don’t. I’ve never given you...damn it! Have you been going around behind my back, talki
