Mood Swing. Jane Graves

good at hiding it. Susan had a feeling that Tonya was hiding more than most.

      “So your own husband actually filed charges against you for assault?” Susan asked.

      “Yep. I told him it was a really wussy thing to do, considering he’s six-three, two-twenty and a firefighter to boot.”

      “And even he’s afraid to mess with you?”

      “Honey,” Tonya said with a smug smile, “everybody’s afraid to mess with me.”