I looked at my watch just as the waitress took my order; shrimp po-boy and fries, more junk that Katie wouldn't normally allow but, as I had come to realize; f**k her. It was late morning Sunday. Friday night I had discovered Katie's secret phone and had read the text messages.
I didn't say a word to Katie on Saturday. I mowed the yard and washed my truck. I was sharpening the lawn mower blade when Katie came into the garage. I glanced at her and returned to my work without a word. I could tell she wanted to say something, or maybe she expected me to say something, but I was through talking to her.
I slept in the camper Friday night. I was up early Saturday and made two phone calls. The first was the reason I headed for Carl's Crazy Cajun as soon as Katie's parents picked her up for chur
