CHAPTER 7
“And then he just closed the door in my face,” Mel sobbed. “What's going on, Cindy? Why did my daughter and then Jim turn on me? What did I do?”
“I don't know,” Cindy replied, hugging her friend from her seat on Mel's couch, where she'd camped out after her friend's incoherent phone call the previous night. “It doesn't make a bit of sense, any of it.”
“What do I do? I can't lose either of them. I can't stand it.”
“Hush now, honey.” Her friend rubbed her back. “Let me think… do you have Andrea's phone number?”
Mel waved in the general direction of the kitchen. Cindy gave her an extra squeeze and rose, walking into the other room. She returned, dialing from her own cell phone. Mel watched in teary curiosity, wondering what Cindy was up to.
“Andrea? Yes, this is Cindy Jones. I
