Karen must have ridden with him since her car was not in the garage or the drive.I grabbed a hammer and my cordless drill and kneeled down by the back... tire. I had a small bit already in the drill, so I drilled a hole into the tire. It hissed for a second, and then popped. It took a matter of a few seconds to flatten all four tires. Just for the hell of it, I drilled the spare tire mounted on the back door. Then I circled the car and smashed every light and window in the goddamn thing. I was. My fear and guilt turned to anger. I silently crossed to the dresser, picked up my husband’s mobile phone – the one that had started the whole course of events – and handed it to him. “Read it!” I said coldly. “What?” “Read it, Tom!” He tapped in his password then looked at the message from Lisa that immediately appeared on the screen. “Oh fuck!” he said quietly, staring at my bare, wet feet. I laughed mirthlessly. “Fuck is right! Fuck is exactly what you’ve been doing with Lisa, and for the. " That's OK," said Susie. "I don't mind being the Countess, as long asI have my faithful lady's maid to lean on." Always, M'Lady."* * *When Eleanor Beckett wrote to Susie to ask if she could come and seeher, we wondered what on earth she could want, and were concerned thatshe was trying to make more trouble. But the only way to find outwhat she wanted was to agree. So we invited her to tea on a Saturdayafternoon, to be served by Mary, the Countess's new maid."But don't you think you should. " I'm okay, babe,"I said."Nope. I'll be right back." She came back with four glasses and a carton of juice. She sat back down, poured her and me each a cup and scooted her chair closer as we ate breakfast together. We finished together and as I sat back, I felt her hand pat my bare knee under the table. I couldn't let this go unacknowledged. I reached under the table and squeezed her fingers. She smiled at me.We found out that four was entirely too many for the small kitchen of these.