Merry started smiling.

“Not sure the Lord gave you those orgasms, sweetheart,” he returned. “And He sure didn’t pay for dinner.”

“I hear you,” I agreed. “That doesn’t mean He wasn’t shining His light on me the last twenty-four hours, save, of course, the last ten minutes.”

Merry didn’t quit smiling, it was just that his smile turned cocky.

“Guys!” Ethan shouted from the house, and we both looked over our shoulders to see him in the storm door. “What’s goin’ on? Why’re standin’ out there, starin’ at each other, and not comin’ in to tell me why Dad and Peggy are actin’ all crazy?”

I stared at my son, who looked angry and worried.

This meant I sighed, which was a choice I made because the other one was losing my mind that Peg and Trent made my kid angry and worried.

The good part was Merry being there, being close, having a hold on me, and shifting me around so we could walk connected to my house.

The bad part was my kid was in my house and I had to explain to him his dad and Peggy weren’t acting crazy, because, at least for Peg, she just was.

We made it into the house and Merry had barely closed the front door behind us when Ethan launched in.

“You don’t have to tell me what went down.” He lifted his chin. “You told me to go to my room. You didn’t tell me not to open my window so I couldn’t watch and listen.”

He was right. I didn’t.

I made a mental note should something like this happen again to do just that as I replied, “Then I’m not sure what there is to add, little man.”

“You started whispering,” he accused. “I didn’t hear that part.”

“And that’s ’cause you shouldn’t, buddy,” Merry said carefully.

Ethan glared at Merry for a moment but only for a moment.

Then he declared, “Right,” stomped to the phone, and jerked it out of its base.

I wasn’t sure that was good.

“Ethan,” I said warningly.

He turned his angry face to me, then he looked down and punched buttons.

“Ethan,” I said again, moving his way.

He put the phone to his ear.

“Baby,” I whispered, getting close. “Maybe you need to think about this. Don’t act in anger. That can lead to bad things, things you might regret, and I don’t want that for you, kid.”

He looked up at me, his eyes sliding to the side as I felt Merry stop there behind me. Then Ethan opened his mouth.

“Yeah, Peg? It’s Ethan,” he stated. He waited. Then he said, “Dad’s drivin’? Okay, I’ll tell you. I wanna see you again never. You got that? I never wanna see you again. Not you. Not Dad. But especially not you. I heard what you said to my mom and that isn’t right. Dad knows it isn’t. He knows. Don’t know why you don’t. He left us all alone, he can’t come back and be all stupid. And you can’t do nothin’ because you’re nothin’ to me.”