Before the Drama

Before all the drama unfolded Friday night. We went to Paul and Dianna's.

We had a little of this...

There was a whole lot of this...

And there were cute babies everywhere...this is Madison, Paul and Dianna's granddaughter. Yes, Dianna is a Mamaw and I'm not, yet, I could be, OMGosh, I'm headed back to the headache zone.

Yesterday was very long and stressful. Mary Margaret is extremely mad. Couldn't tell if it was mad that she got caught or if she was mad at me for catching her. Make sense?

We headed to Forrest City to grocery shop. I did not feel like shopping in Wynne, did not want everyone to see the stress and the blowed up mad 14 year old and I usually see tons of people that come through the funeral home. Taylor got all dolled up like we were going somewhere special. She even asked on the drive to FC if she should put on her makeup, which is a huge deal, cause she doesn't like makeup.

Of course when I walked through the doors, first people I see, were at the funeral home recently buying a funeral. Luckily, Taylor and MM had to go to the restroom 1st thing so they were already off to the restroom.

All day yesterday we hashed it out over things she had or hadn't done, to which I always responded, tell me why I should believe you. So, to prove my point, I made her pick up a pregnancy test and told her she would pay for it and she would take it. Taylor almost smooth passed out right there in Wal-Mart. So I asked Taylor, do I need to make you take one too? Her knees buckled a little bit and she whispered, no mam, I haven't even looked at a boy like that.

It was a quiet shopping trip, until we walked up behind a familiar family. Dianna, Paul and Shelby. We stand there for a bit, Paul looks at the stuff I'm getting for the pool, and then he sees the test. Mary Margaret turned white as a sheet. He says...dang Kaye, whos that for? Taylor yells out its for Mary Margaret not me.

Quiet.

Dianna breaks the ice by looking at Mary Margaret and says, have you been naked with a boy?
No
Then you don't need it, right?
NO

We walk around for a few minutes with them and Mary Margaret catches me alone, she's crying and she says. Kaye Kaye, I promise I'm not gonna be like my mom. I don't want to be what she is. I don't want to ruin my life. Please don't make me take that test. I promise I haven't been with any boy.

I let her put it up. Maybe I'm stupid for believing her. I can't say that I know when she's telling a lie, cause I failed that one. But I truly think the look in her eye when she said that was the look of the truth.

Oh, P. S.
This morning, when I turned her phone on, there were 25 text messages from the boy. Apparently, he did not understand the text that said DO NOT TEXT MARY MARGARET ANY MORE.