Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed expression on her little finger.

"Look!" she complained.  "I hurt it."            

We all looked -- the knuckle was black and blue.

"You did it, Tom," she said accusingly.  "I know you didn't mean to but you did do it.  That's what I get for marrying a brute of a man…"

What Really Happened

"Not again, Tom!" Daisy screamed at the top of her lungs.  "I can't believe you're doing this to me again!"  Tom simply stared out the window, appearing to ignore Daisy.

"I know that was another woman on the phone.  The butler told me.  And I know she's not simply an acquaintance.  She's a new mistress from New York.  Needed another whore to satisfy you, did you?  You're such an animal!  I guess I just wasn't enough.  I guess that chambermaid in Santa Barbara wasn't enough either.  Or that woman in Chicago…Dear God!  So long as I live I will never let another incident like that happen again.  You hear me?  You are going to cut it off with that woman right now!" Daisy yelled, pointing her finger at Tom.

Suddenly Tom whipped around and tightly grabbed hold of Daisy's finger with two of his fingers.  "Don't you tell me what to do," he said slowly while moving her finger away from him.  "I am my own man, and I do what I want."  At that moment they heard the sound of Nick's car on the drive.

"I'll go greet Nick.  You go sit with Jordan in the parlor."  He turned towards the hallway that led to the front door, and Daisy turned to go do as she was told.

- Clare