"We're almost divorced, Daryl. I don't want to see you."
"Well, I want to know when you're going to tuck tail and come back home. Have you finished acting up yet?"
She shook her head, almost imperceptibly.
The less movement she made around Daryl, the better.
"This isn't temporary. We're over."
"The fuck we are!"
He took a few steps toward her and Seaton tensed up for an impact, but she ended up staggering back behind Sam.
He'd stepped in front of her.
"Sam-"
"Who the fuck are you?"
She felt the impact when Sam was pushed against her.
Seaton grabbed the back of Sam's shirt and tried to pull him away, but he wasn't budging.
"Sir, you need to calm do-"
Seaton staggered back as Sam's weight bumped into her.
"My friend is on the phone with the police. We'll have a deputy here in minutes."
Seaton started around Sam's side, but he used his arm to hold her back.
For a moment, she considered kicking him to get his attention and to get him out of the way.
"Seaton, who is this asshole?"
"Daryl, stop!"
She wanted to dissolve into the sidewalk.
"Are you fucking him?"
She wanted to disappear.
Poof!
Zap!
Gone!
But she was still there and so was Daryl.
"Daryl, we're divorced-"
"Almost! It’s not a done deal, yet. And you’re already fucking around?"
"Daryl, no. He's my neighbor-"
"Caddo? The deputies are coming!"
