One of my trips back to my home state was for some business relating to my son’s passing—I had to meet with some of the school coaches for an event we were putting on in my son’s honor. The Stetson man knew of this meeting and became incredibly jealous. I couldn’t understand why. Once again, I chalked it up to his stress.
During my meeting, the Stetson man called me numerous times. I finally had to turn my cell phone off just to get through the meeting. After the meeting, he called again; he was very upset and informed me that he was flying over to me in a few hours. He let me have it over the phone several times more before he finally landed in my state. I picked him up from the airport and the argument still wasn’t over. He continued on. Finally, I suggested a nice dinner, just the two of us. I was over the whole issue. I had a meeting; I was not cheating on him. I had nothing to hide.
I drove us to a nice steak house. We didn’t have reservations; however, we were able to be seated quickly. The Stetson man always wore a cowboy hat, which is why I call him the Stetson man. He was still arguing with me when the waitress arrived with our drink orders. She politely asked him to remove his hat. The Stetson man had impeccable manners and knew not to be wearing his hat at the table. I did find this a bit odd.
He slowly reached to remove his hat, all while staring intently at me, waiting for my reaction. His hair was freshly cut. He had gone for a haircut after I had left town. I immediately realized what he was telling me: if they will cheat with you, they will cheat on you.
I didn’t even allow myself to change expressions. I simply reached down into my purse to see if the Greek God’s card was still where I had safely tucked it away the other night at the auction.