Lucinda’s fingers twitched nervously as she turned off the radio. The car wheels humming down the interstate tried their best to drown out the swarming inside her head, but some thoughts cannot be so easily silenced. The life she had built for herself—her family—crumbled underneath the weight of deceit. What little resemblance of a life she had left came down to the prodigal return to the one horse town from where it had all started.
A quick glance in the rear-view mirror showed Brodie and Kirby asleep in the backseat. The innocence of slumber on their faces was enough to make Lucinda’s eyes water. She blamed her soon to be ex-husband for having to uproot their lives. The thoughts swarmed into a frenzy, and she had to stop herself from smacking the steering wheel in frustration.
"Ben, you sorry ass sonnovabitch," she muttered with an eerie calm. She wasn’t angry with him anymore. She had moved past it and onto a new level of pissed-off.
Her marriage was torn apart all due to Ben’s dicking around in greener pastures. She remembered it like it was yesterday. Every illicit detail. She’d left work early and discovered him in bed with his cheap tramp of a secretary. To beat it all, he had to throw around ten-dollar, lawyer words in an attempt to offer an explanation, but Lucinda had seen his “plausible” and raised him a swift kick between the legs. That was when something inside of her snapped. She’d somehow managed to drag his whore out of their marital bed by the hair, and a lamp had found its way into her hand as she threatened his life.
Get out of my house, or so help me, God….
Her memories trailed off as she crossed the state line. The clichéd adultery left a bad taste in her mouth, but she knew she had to be strong for her children. Someone had to be there for them. After all, she promised Ben a snowball’s chance in Hell of ever seeing them again.
All the reminiscing left Lucinda with the need for something fattening. She eyed a Cracker Barrel logo on an exit sign and quickly merged lanes.The godsend of country cooking, no matter how franchised, promised the comfort of what she had been missing.