“That's true,” Dylan replied. “I thought it might have to do with that first wife of his. She was a piece of work.”
“Hush,” Lydia admonished. “The poor thing wasn't right in the head. She couldn't help it.”
“She couldn't help being simple,” Dylan conceded, “and that might have made her kind of angry and hard to get along with, but she could help lifting her skirt for everyone. I know she knew better than that.”
Lydia frowned. “That's vulgar, Sheriff.” They had arrived at the café and she turned the key in the lock.
“It true though. Wes isn't a bad guy but being with that…” she glowered, and he continued, “that woman wasn't good for him, and now Allison's turned every bit as grumpy as Samantha was. I do hope it's temporary or the whole Fulton household might just implode.”
They stepped
