Stacy snapped, "He just acts like he knows everything and he doesn't! My life is not your business, jerk."
"Let's just all go inside so you don't embarrass me in front of our new neighbors," Anne said quickly, leading the way, hoping that they would stop fighting when they got inside.
Henry sighed as he watched Stacy strut inside. She was a foul-mouthed, bossy, know-it-all. But, she certainly filled those pants out in all the right places.
Stacy dismissed Anne with a wave of her hand. "Whatever, at least you have tv."
Anne tried again, as she started washing the dishes to put away, "Well, maybe if you do stay, you could look into getting a job. You know, Henry is trying to get as many hours as he can at the restaurant, but money is tight around here with me out of work, too."
Stacy just scoffed. "Ha! Henry and his dreams of being a culinary god. Like that will ever happen! What were you thinking when you married him?"
Anne slammed the sponge down on the counter. She couldn't believe her sister! "Stacy! He is my husband and the father of my child! I love him!" she said angrily.
"Well don't 'just say' again. It pisses me off," Anne snapped.
The doorbell echoed through the house. Anne jumped, startled. She looked at Stacy. "Did you invite someone over?" she asked.
"No!" Stacy said, "Maybe it's a delivery man. Mmm.. they always have such strong muscles!" Stacy ran over to the mirror & primped before running to answer the door. Happily, she squealed, "Oooo.. it's a welcome party, Anne. Come in, come in!"
Anne glanced down and winced. There was water all over her dress, baby peas on her shoulder & she didn't even want to know what her hair looked like. "I'm going to go run and put Jansen to bed! I'll be right back out," she said as she hurriedly scooped up Jansen and ran to the bedroom.
Henry took time to look her up and down. "Nope, you certainly do not look like that kind of girl..."
The next morning, Anne was horrified to see that Stacy had staggered out to breakfast in her slinky nighty. And she was even more horrified at the attention that Henry seemed to be giving her.
"Breakfast was great hun, but I need to go get ready for work," he said as he grazed her cheek with a kiss. "See you this evening."
Stacy huffed, but went to go change. When she came back out, she glared at Anne and snapped, "There! Is this better, your majesty?"
"Stacy! I just don't want you running around naked when my husband's around. What is so hard to understand?" Anne gritted through her teeth.
"Why? Are you afraid he might like what he sees? Afraid he's going to cheat on you again?" Stacy taunted.
Anne turned her back to Stacy and covered her mouth. What upset her the most is that it was true. She didn't trust Henry not to cheat. But, even worse, she didn't trust Stacy either. Clearing her throat, Anne spoke over her racing heart, "Stacy, I think it's time that you start looking for another place to stay. At the end of this week, you need to move out."