Paula opened her mouth to say something, but the doorbell rang.
“It’s early for Fanny Lou to pick you up for church, Mitzi,” Jody said with a glance toward the foyer.
“Granny comes through the back door, not the front.” Mitzi got up and started in that direction. The bell kept ringing, time after time, until she unlocked the door and slung it open, half expecting to see the backside of a couple of kids doing a “ring and run” prank. She recognized Kayla immediately and blocked the entrance.
Kayla put her hands on Mitzi’s chest and pushed, but it did as much good as a gnat trying to shove a horse out of its way. “I’m going to talk to Paula, so you might as well get out of my way.”
“Let her through,” Paula said behind Mitzi. “I’ll hear what she has to say.”
Mitzi stepped to the side, and Kayla stormed inside. “You are one hateful, unchristian, despicable woman. My poor Clinton told me that you’ve been comin’ on to him for months. Ever since his daddy took sick. He told me all about meetin’ you in the library over in Tulia and how you made advances. And since he wouldn’t be untrue to me, that you’ve been trying to ruin his life. Callin’ him at all hours and tryin’ to get him to come over here and sleep with you.”
“Oh, really?” Paula sat down on the sofa.
“You want to know the truth?” Jody’s eyes flashed pure anger.
“I don’t think she could handle it,” Mitzi said.
“I’m not here to listen to any of y’all’s lies. I came to tell Paula to stay away from my husband. No more calls. No more enticing him to cheat on me. We have an amazing marriage. No one will ever make me doubt Clinton again,” Kayla said.
“What about that woman in his hotel room yesterday?” Paula asked.
“How did you know about that?”
“Clinton called me,” Paula answered.
“She was a confidential informant who was there to talk to him about a case, and he told me that he only called you to tell you to stay away from him like he’s done dozens of times,” Kayla said.
“Was she fully clothed?” Jody asked.
“Yes, she was. When I arrived she was in the bathroom, and she came out with all her clothes on except her shoes.” Kayla sank down on a sofa.
“And was the bed made or unmade?” Mitzi asked.
“It was mussed up, but Clinton never makes his bed.” Kayla’s voice didn’t sound quite as defiant as it did before. “If he’d been doin’ something he shouldn’t, then he wouldn’t have been so happy to see me and Clay.”
“I promise”—Paula raised her hand as if she was being sworn to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth—“I will never call Clinton or have any dealings with him. I’ll be glad that he’s completely out of my life.”
Mitzi wanted so badly to open her mouth and tell the woman exactly what kind of man she was married to, but she clamped it shut tightly and kept her peace. It wasn’t her place, and if Paula chose to walk the high road, then Mitzi would respect that.
“Okay, then.” Kayla pushed up off the sofa. “That’s what I wanted to hear, and if I find out you’ve been callin’ him or sending him any more lewd pictures of you, I’ll figure out a way to sue you. I’m sure there’s something that’s illegal.”
“Did you see ugly pictures?” Jody asked.
“No, I did not, and I don’t want to, either. He’s deleted them all to spare me the hurt.” Kayla whipped around as fast as a pregnant woman possibly could and waddled out.
“You have a nice day, now.” Mitzi followed her and locked up behind her.
“Bless her little ignorant heart,” Jody said. “And I mean that in every sense of the word. But I would’ve probably been in the same frame of mind if Lyle’s woman would have showed up at my trailer tellin’ me she was pregnant. Lookin’ back, it’s probably best the way things happened, even if it did shock the crap out of me at the time.”
“I just want her, him, and their drama out of my life. I want to raise my daughter with y’all’s help and forget all about the man who got me pregnant,” Paula said. “Let’s go back to the kitchen and finish breakfast. I hope to hell that Mitzi’s fairy tale is better than this.”