Willa had left by now, and Bella had the house to herself. She looked to the clock, and couldn't help thinking she should have gone with her mom just to keep an eye on her. Sometimes that woman needed to be kept on a leash or she'd go chasing after anything that had a p***s. Something told her Mom would likely be late getting home.
She brushed the thought from her mind, and sat curled on the couch in front of the TV with a box of leftover Chinese. But then she got to the end of her show and the bottom of her box, and Mom still hadn't returned. It was official: Mom was off with a man again. Can't she ever just grow up?
She wasn't sure why, but as soon as she stood up her eyes started drifting toward the hall to Mom's private study. Just what did Mom keep in there that she didn't want Bell
