My home is a war zone.
It's no wonder I haven't been feeling like spending the night under my own roof. Harriet's waiting like a drill sergeant, ready to scream at me over any little thing.
I really don't understand that woman.
The storms have passed because I took care of it. Cindy's been radio silent about her busted truck. I paid for her new vehicle and quietly swept any rumblings of a law suit under the rug.
The scheming little brat bought a luxury vehicle and put it under my tab. My pocket's still smarting from an expense I shouldn't have had to pay. If Harriet had only kept her temper in check, then I wouldn't be so far in the hole for Cindy of all people. She was the most eager to give it up without any effort. I never budgeted to spend that much on her.
But it is what it is.
Harriet's a free woman because of me.
