So I explained. I told her what I'd accidentally overheard. How I had found out the ugly truth.

She was quiet. "You're in Dallas, aren't you?"

"Prosper, north of Dallas," I told her.

"Listen Sweetie, I'm in west Ft. Worth, less than an hour from you. Could we get together tomorrow? I think you and I need to have a heart-to-heart conversation, and I'd like to do it in person, not over the phone. I'll give you my address. Why don't you see if you can come over around noon. I'll make us something to eat, and we can clear everything up."

I hoped that 'clearing everything up' included a...