“I’m devastated to hear about Douglas and you,” Liz said to Ronda as they sat outside of Liz’s home. Everyone else had gone to the baseball game.
Ronda held back the tears. “After fifteen years of marriage, we’re getting divorced. Who would have expected that?”
Liz squeezed her hand. “I can’t imagine how you must be feeling.”
“Right now I’d like to kill them.”
“Do you know who she is?”
Ronda wanted to scream, it’s your bloody daughter! She’d seen them going into the tepee one evening. “No,” she lied.
“Well, whoever she is, I hope she burns in Hell.”