Harry helped Lynn care for herself for the next hours. They found it more cordial to just respect each other, despite their differences of opinion. 

She receives a letter from an unlikely source. 

Glancing up at Harry, she opened the envelope, reading it quietly to herself.

From Marcus Johnson.

Balling it up, Harry looked up from a book he was reading on the couch.

"Everything is okay, Lynn?"

She smiled, slightly. "It's getting late and you need to get home. I appreciate you helping me out, son in law."

"I'm not your son in law, Lynn." He set the book down by Loretta Walls, fantastic read. "I don't think it's right to acknowledge that without your son, my husband. He'd never hear that admittance, so I reject it. And I'm not even trying to be funny."

He took up his wallet and keys.

"Again, thank you. I guess I'm still getting used to being in this wheelchair. It kinda feels like my heart when you took away my right as a mother to bury my son without my approval."

"You disowned him. The day you did was the day he took out a policy, a will and a power of attorney, with me listed as the beneficiary. Your rights turned to ash with the stroke of an ink pen."

"I carried him for nine months, you didn't. Your womb isn't as productive as mine. Wrong hole, fool, in lament terms. I'm not even trying to be funny, your words, not mine."

"I shouldn't have come. I'm convinced that you don't have a soul."

"And you do?"

"Those three trimesters you carried him means nothing, Lynn Waters. I may not have been in love with my husband, but he knew that...he knew that I was growing to love him. And he was OK with that."

"After the fact relapses of the mind means just as much to me as calling you my son in law means to you. Zero. Nothing. The playing fields are still leveled."

"It's not a relapse, it's a fact..."

"That he's not here to defend himself, or as you out it as a part of your terms and conditions, when it was all about you, he can't hear your admittance with his own ears. I'm a blow for blow type of bitch."

"You're a bitch, period. I hate calling women that, but you force my hand like my mother forced me to get saved and believe in a God and His Son that has never been there for me."

"Don't say that, Harry. Yes, I can't stand you, I might even hate you for taking my son from me..."

"He hasn't. I've tried to pray, but I doubted Him in the same breath. Where was He when my father Dime McFadden kidnapped me from my mother, bringing me to Miami against my will. Where was Christ when my mother allowed him to do it, because he forced her to choose with a gun to her head, after catching her in bed with another woman.

Lynn shook her head. 

"I know you're having Usher's confessional hour on my time, but I'm not interested in the voices of your family tree. Those ghouls are all your own, but you remember this. God is Love. The alpha and the omega. He doesn't deviate from what He set in motion because we hurt or have lost loved ones. He's not responsible for the consequences of our free will choices."

"Pastor Loose Coochie, I hear ya, but we both know that if I pour Holy Water on your panties all the crabs will run for cover."

Lynn choked, her eyes watered.

Harry said, "I now know where I once saw that butterfly tattoo on your neck. The night Dime held me in his arm, with a gun to my mother's head..."

"You better not shoot her," said the other woman, pulling the sweaty sheets up to her neck.

Dime put his finger on the trigger.

"I'm out here hustling, bringing home the bread, cheddar, butter and the muthafukin bacon and another bitch digging that pussy out when I'm not home? With my son here?"

"Dime, baby, please! I'm lonely. You're never here..."

"Because I'm paying all the gotdamn bills on my own. Bitch, you don't even cook or clean, I do that shit too. I don't ask for much. I treat you like a queen."

"A queen doesn't have to keep shoving your saran wrapped drugs in my ass and my pussy either."

"You have no choice, bitch. You broke the golden rule. Don't ever give my pussy away. And you have. You didn't even fuck me a few days ago after putting five grand in your hands. Talking about you were tired and shit and hadn't even lifted a broom or boiled water for dinner."

The other woman slowly crept out of bed, and left foot over the right foot walked up on him.

Dime reached back and put the gun to her head with perfect precision.

Harry started to cry. Dime never took his eyes off Lady, his wife.

The other woman pissed down her legs, trembling with fear.

"You either let me take my son away from here, give him a better life, away from your gay ass or I'm going to shoot you and your secret bitch in the head, and those washed up twats, too."

"Just take him, OK? I didn't want him anyway! I want my life back. I want to be free to do me and you can do you. Just go!"

"We're out of here, bitch. You'll never see him again. If you call the police or report my baby missing I will put a bullet in him and you'll be robbed of him forever!"

"How can you just give up your child like that, baby?" the other woman said. "How could you say that you never wanted him in his presence...? If you denounce your own child then I denounce you. I never want to see you again."

"Smart woman," said Dime. "But she's still dumber than a bag of rocks."

He took his son to his car, already packed with him and his son's belongings.

The other woman ran behind him, beating him in the back and Lady was beating him as well.

"Becky, baby, don't...!"