Katie L. Daniels
For every woman who is married to a two-timing, low-down dog, you’ll love reading what happened to Grant Gianova.
For every wife who suddenly learns that her husband is cheating, you’ll love reading how Ellen Gianova kept her act together without losing herself.
For every woman who received that anonymous phone call saying, "I’m seeing you husband. He doesn’t love you, he loves me," you’ll love reading what happened to Barbara Mills.
For all children who know their father is cheating on their mother, you’ll love what Michael and Cathy did to their father, Grant Gianova.
For all people who wonder what their id looks and thinks like, you’ll look deep within yourselves when you read Antonio Gianova’s story.
Katie L. Daniels is a former social worker who left social work to work in the nuclear industry. She has a degree in metallurgy, and is an accomplished welder. She has traveled extensively in the United States as part of a husband and wife trucking team. Widowed at twenty, Katie attended Luke Junior College in Chicago, where she studied Early Childhood Development. She has written short stories since high school. She writes children’s stories for special occasions. Katie loves camping, fishing, bowling, and hunting. Katie lives in Port Gibson, Mississippi with her two German Shepherd dogs, Baby and Shyanne. Perfect Town is her second novel. Fans may e-mail her at kdanieos@aol.com
"All right. So you found out about us! Well you should have been there just a little sooner. Then you would have known just how much better woman Barbara is than you. You see, first we made love on the floor. Then we made love in the bed. Too bad you stopped us from making love twice in the shower when you put the skunks in with us! But of course you know that, don’t you?"
Grant could see Ellen break down with each revelation. Her eyes over the folds of the towel revealing her feelings of shock like the frames of a movie.
Grant saw surprise, then pain, and then disgust. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice screamed, stop! Stop! She didn’t know about the affair. But he shut the warning voice off; he was not ready to admit that he was wrong.
Ellen heard each boastful word that Grant was yelling at her and her terror turned to disgust. She didn’t know which was making her sicker, Grant’s words or the stench of skunk.
She knew for sure that she had to get out of the house quickly. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her throw up.
Whirling with a speed that almost gave her vertigo, Ellen fled out the door just as Grant threw the bedside lamp. It crashed against the wall where she had been standing. He was looking for something else to throw as she ran down the hallway. She was down the stairs in two steps, pausing only long enough to get her purse and the keys to the mini van.
When she was behind the wheel of the van she locked all the doors. Then, and only then did she allow herself time to try to control the shaking of her limbs and the nausea.
Her mind tried to go back to what Grant had told her, but she cut the thought off by starting the engine. Ellen looked at the gearshift for a moment before it occurred to her to put the vehicle in gear. She nearly hit the back of the garage before she discovered that she had put the van in the wrong gear.
She looked fearfully at the door to the kitchen, expecting Grant to burst into the garage at any moment. She nervously floored the accelerator, and one wheel plowed into the lawn as she over-steered to get around Grant’s car. A cloud of smoke billowed up as she burned rubber, thankfully leaving behind the nightmare that was her husband.
