Brew walked quickly to the door and pulled aside the lace curtains on the window to the side. Her mood shifted immediately from nervousness to anger as she slid back the door bolt. In that second she thought of a hundred things to say to her uninvited guest, but when the door opened he was already in mid-sentence.
"Don't be mad, Honey," he started.
Brew wished she was six inches taller as she leaned toward him. "Get outta here, Gambo," she said in as steady a tone as she could manage. "It's done. We're done." She started to close the door, but he took a step closer and grabbed the handle.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" he asked. "I've missed you. Now that you're back and he's gone, we can finally be together."
"I said to GET! OUT!" Brew's lips curled into a snarl, but her eyes and a tremor in her voice betrayed her and gave Gambo the in he needed.
"After all our plannin and thinkin it through I was ready to help you. I hated that ******* every bit as much as you did... I can't imagine what it was like for you to be here with him day in and day out. But I loved you, and I still love you, and I woulda killed him for you." He paused. "How did you do it?"