"Mr. Dickerson said... he said he's divorcing you. He's never coming back."
"Pfft—!"
Hildegarde had just lifted her coffee to her lips. She spat it out in a spray, eyes wide as she stared at Marjorie. "That bastard said... he said he's not coming back?"
"Yes, absolutely. That's exactly what Mr. Dickerson said. Ma'am, did you two have a fight?"
Marjorie had been off yesterday for the girls' birthday party. She had no idea what had happened between them.
"Mind your own business!"
Hildegarde shot her a glare.
Her fingers tightened around the coffee cup until her knuckles went white.
"Not coming back? Hmph. I hope you mean it!"
"Without me, Wilfred, do you really think you can survive?"
When they were together, Wilfred had cupped her face in his hands more than once and told her she was the love of his life, that she was his everything.
And now he wanted to leave her?
Could he really let go?
For breakfast, Wilfred made his daughter Penelope's favorite—vegetable and egg noodles.
She took after him when it came to taste.
They both loved noodles.
Hildegarde and Hilary, on the other hand, couldn't stand them.