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most women only dreamed about, and the thought of losing or having to get rid of him gave her an eerie and uneasy feeling.
    With twenty years at Chrysler’s auto assembly plant, he was definitely secure in his job as a tool and die maker, and until now, he’d always brought his money home. Plus, the man spent all of his time with her, the one thing she and Regina loved about their husbands the most. It was so ironic how they had both been able to find that one particular quality in the men they chose to marry. Of course, anything was possible, and no one should ever say never, but deep down inside, she’d always felt that John would be faithful to her until the very end. Not because she thought she was God’s gift to the world but because this man had proven his faithfulness to her for five years; unlike when she was married before, she never had to worry about what he might be doing out in the streets or, more importantly, who he might be out there doing it with. There was no doubt about it. This man loved her more than anything, and the feeling she had for him was the same.
    Regina was always carrying on and on about how good a man John was, and Karen’s mother loved John like her own son, as if she’d actually given birth to him. This, of course, was just the opposite of Karen’s relationship with John’s mother. That woman gave the word mother-in-law a new definition: bossy, two-faced, nosy, controlling, hypocritical, conniving, sneaky, and justplain sickening. Hell. She was honey, but even the bees didn’t want anything to do with her. It was amazing how a woman like that could actually produce a child that had turned out to be as warm and loving as John. But then, of course, miracles do happen.
    This woman despised all three of her daughters-in-law, mainly because they had married her precious little boys—little boys who were now in their late thirties. But Karen and her sisters-in-law couldn’t care less if she liked them or not, because they’d long stopped caring about the ground she walked on anyway. The woman had disliked Karen since the first day they’d met and had downright begged John not to marry her. “You don’t know nothin’ about that woman. Somethin’ just not right about her. You can’t trust her one bit. All she wants you for is your money.” Money? Last Karen had checked, she’d been working and supporting herself long before she’d even known who a John Jackson was.
    But it was always about money when it came to John’s mother, because before her sons had wives, “Mommie Dearest” had been receiving financial handouts from all three of her offspring. Sometimes on a weekly basis. That, of course, had come to a screeching halt when each of them had entered holy matrimony, and “Mommie D” has never gotten over it.
    She’d tried every trick in the book to stop her baby from marrying Karen, and tonight was the first time Karen wished her mother-in-law had succeeded. At leastthen she wouldn’t be sitting her butt here like some helpless child, waiting for his broke ass to get home.
    Just as she opened her eyes and turned to look at the clock again, she heard the garage door opening. It was twelve-thirty. She sprang up from the bed, took large steps over to the window, looked down toward the driveway, and shook her head in amazement. She saw John sitting in their black Beamer waiting to pull into the garage. She couldn’t believe he was still driving it to work. The transmission had started acting up during the middle of last week, and she had pleaded with him not to drive it until he could get it in and have it repaired. Damn. Why did he always have to be so hardheaded? All he was going to do was make bad matters worse. This man’s head was equivalent to steel. Come to think of it, the note on the Beamer was due next Wednesday, and she was willing to bet he didn’t have one nickel to pay it. They could pick the shit up for all she cared, because she wasn’t withdrawing one