Chapter 18

“I think I might,” she said. She sounded perky, happy, but also exhausted, and on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

She had arrived with her daughter, JoEllen, in tow. JoEllen looked spooked and said not a word. She twisted strands of her hair between her fingers almost constantly.

No sooner than Mrs. Duffy and her daughter had sat down, three more people walked through the front door: Mrs. Duffy’s oldest daughter, Kayla, and her husband, and their eight year old son, Roy. Room was made on the couch and they seated themselves.

As I took down basic information about Dwayne and tried to ascertain what sort of service Mrs. Duffy wanted for her son and (ahem) how it would be paid for, Mama led four more people to my office: Mr. Duffy with his new wife Maria in tow, Maria’s sister Teresa, and Teresa’s daughter, Anna.

They squeezed in.

The atmosphere got tense, and quickly.

“I don’t need you to help make these arrangements,” Mrs. Duffy offered, shooting an evil eye at her ex-husband.