Daniel dropped the bags and rushed over, trying to grab my hand.
"Let's go, Evie, come on—not here. We go home, I'll explain at home."
I flung his hand off so hard he stumbled, and my voice rose even louder.
"Daniel! I'm asking you one more time—who is this woman?"
"What are you doing here?"
The noise drew neighbors fast.
People gathered outside the door, whispering and pointing.
"What's going on? The wife showed up to catch the mistress? See, I told you all. That Julia woman, you could tell she was no good just by looking at her."
"What's wrong with men these days? They've got perfectly fine lives at home and they're still out looking for thrills."
"Who knows? That's just how men are now, isn't it? Wife at home raising the kids, and they can't appreciate it. Rather be out doing things that'll get them struck by lightning!"
The gossip stripped whatever composure Daniel had left. His expression darkened by the second.
"Let's go! Home! Now!"
"I'll give you an explanation!"
We weren't two steps inside the door before Daniel was already jabbing his finger in my face, shouting.
"Evelyn! Did you really have to blow this up like that?"