A Hoe Lot of Trouble
Chapter One
Thou shall not stuff pictures of thy husband
down the garbage disposal.
I made a mental note to add this to my list of personal
commandments. I'd put it right after "Thou shalt not eat
more than two pints of ice cream in one night" and just before
"Thou shalt never wear the correct size jeans." Priorities
and all.
I opened the cabinet under the sink and stared at the root
of my problem. My newest commandment wasn't a result
of sudden regret at the loss of the photos. Instead it came
from the fact that by stuffing pictures of the two-timing
weasel down the disposal I had caused the sink to clog.
Little Kodak bits of my husband's head floated around the
sink's stainless steel basin. I found an odd sense of peace seeing
Kevin Quinn drowning -- even one-dimensionally -- but I
couldn't risk Riley seeing the pieces. I fished them out and
shoved them in the trash can.
I stared at the stack of prints I'd yet to destroy and picked
up the top one. It had been taken soon after I met Kevin. I'd
been twenty-one and fresh out of college when Officer
Kevin Quinn pulled me over for speeding. Being somewhat
desperate -- since I'd already gotten two tickets in the previous
six months -- I faked being sick. I sti ... read full excerpt from A Hoe Lot of Trouble ebook
