“And that’s another thing. Isn’t it weird, Dru, that this happened with Katrina and then, Mother Hayden died.”

“Huh?” She squinted as if my words sounded crazy. “You think Katrina had something to do with that?”

“No, of course not. What I mean is that when Mother Hayden died, that stopped everything. I couldn’t talk to Jeremy and I had to just sit on this for the last six days.”

“Oh, and so you’re wondering if....”

“God is trying to tell me something.”

She shrugged. “Well, we know God hates divorce.”

“Exactly.”

“Except in the case of adultery.”

“Exactly.”

“Yeah,” she nodded slowly, “I can see why you’re in a dilemma.”

“I’m just wondering if I should give it more time before I say something to Jeremy.”

“Why? If he’s coming back tomorrow, why not talk to him?”

I waited a moment to continue, trying to put together the words to explain what I’d been thinking and feeling, especially in the last few days. “Because bringing it up to him now forces me to take action and I'm not sure what action I need to take."

Dru leaned back, her expression pensive, like she was thinking and then weighing what she wanted to say. Then, she said, “You know what? I think you may be right.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, because right now, all you really have is the word of some trick from Southeast.”

“I have her word and I have her text. Oh, and I have something else.” I paused. “She told me she wasn’t the only one that Jeremy’s been with.”

“Wait. WHAT?”

“Yeah, she went on and on about how he was cheating on her.”

Dru’s eyes widened. “You’ve got to be kidding me. These side chicks are real bold these days. But now, I really don’t know if I believe her and I’m thinking that you need to hold up for a minute. Because not only does she sound crazy, but if you say anything about her to Jeremy, he’s probably going to tell you that she is crazy. What else can he do? He’s not going to say, ‘yeah, I have a crazy jump-off who lives a couple of miles away.’ He’s going to deny it.”

Leaning forward, I held my head in my hands.

“Let’s do this.” She scooted to the edge of the sofa and rubbed my back. “Let’s wait just a few more days. Let me talk to Jeremy.”

I sat up straight. “What? No! If anyone is going to talk to him about this, it’ll be me.”