To Tell the Truth?

Yes, we were finally getting somewhere indeed. I froze for a moment, then tried to think of what to say next.

"Sally, what happened? You know, I really feel like I'm the dark here."

Sally stammered, looked at the floor for a moment, and then looked up at me, but our eyes never met. She stumbled on her words before she said, "well, something happened, and AJ told his teacher..."

"What?" I asked. I was almost scared to hear what she was about to share, yet was so anxious to finally hear some explanations.

Sally continued to stammer and appeared very nervous as she spoke. She walked into the kitchen and I followed her, and then she began to speak.

"A glass container of mayonnaise fell on the floor, off the counter... I slipped and fell, AJ got scared..."

"Sally, I am not understanding." I told her.

"Well AJ thought his dad was hurting me, and I really just fell from the mayo on the floor. It was no big deal, Mindy. But AJ was scared, and he went to school and told his teacher... and you know how that works, the minute a child tells them something, they go nuts with accusations."

The truth was, no I didn't know. Something about the way Sally spoke, as usual, just didn't sit right with me.

I left her house, drove home, and to put it mildly, was awfully confused.