Kathy swallowed her anger. “I understand, Miss Sheila,” she said. The younger woman put the cigarette between her lips. Kathy reached across to light it. Taking a long drag, Sheila blew the smoke in Kathy’s face. Both she and Ruben laughed.
Sheila leaned back and stared at Kathy through narrowed eyes. Kathy turned her head to toward the window. “Look at me, b***h!” Sheila hissed. Reluctantly, Kathy turned back to face her. Sheila smirked, “When your friends see us together tonight with you made up and dressed like a slut and me looking like I do, they’ll surely begin to believe your late husband and I were lovers, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Miss Sheila, they will begin to believe the stories.”
“What are you going to do to convince them the stories are true?”
Kathy bowed her head, then lo
