"Louisiana Princess Inherits Devereaux Fortune," Peggy read to Dale who was looking uninterested at her latest fascination with Kate and Hank. "Dale!" She swatted him with the newspaper. "Are you listening?" She said loudly, as the coffee shop bustled around them.

"Yeah, I'm listening, but…"

"Shut up and listen. Katherine "Kate" Elizabeth Blake Devereaux was born Louisiana's own little princess on November 22nd 1986 to the late entrepreneurs and philanthropists J.D Devereaux and Elizabeth Blake-Devereaux who were killed in a tragic car accident on November 4th while traveling in Tennessee. Our sources indicate that Ms. Devereaux will inherit two companies owned by her mother and father prior to their death and somewhere around 90 billion dollars, as well as houses in New Orleans, Boca Raton and Germany. Ms. Devereaux has been seen since the funeral, shopping in the French Quarter with love interest, Hank Hill and his eighteen year old son Bobby who she had tutored at one time. Although the community has lost a generous couple, we have no doubts that Louisiana's Princess Kate will not disappoint and continue her parent's passionate work…" Peggy scoffed and slammed the newspaper down on the table. "That little bimbo!" Dale shrugged and touched Peggy's hand lovingly.

"Don't worry about it, Peggy. We've got each other and that's enough…" She rolled her eyes and pulled her hand away. "Isn't it?" He finished.

"I just cannot understand what he sees in her! She's short, she's not as well- spoken as me, and she, of course, is nowhere as beautiful as I am. What is it?" She obsessed. Dale sighed quietly and let his eyes fall downcast.

"Peggy, why don't we go to the beach today? Take a walk down and maybe go for a swim?" He asked trying to take her mind off of Hank.

"I cannot just go for a walk on the beach while she is sleeping with my husband!" Peggy shouted and stood firmly at the table, knocking her coffee over on the pink table cloth. Dale looked at Peggy and felt a knot rise in his throat, but he swallowed it down.

"You moved on. He moved on! What did you want him to do? Pine over you? Live a miserably lonely existence while you lived your life in Mexico?" Dale said loudly. The whole restaurant was staring at the unusual American couple and whispering Spanish curses about how annoying and rude they were. "Get real, Peg."

Peggy slammed her fist on the table and sat down heavily, her arms crossing in front of her chest. Dale sat as well and flipped his glasses up.

"Look Peggy, if you want to go back to Arlen and try to get Hank back, there's nothing that I can do. It's not like I can force you into this relationship," He said quietly, his heart obviously being shaken. "But I love you." She shrank in her chair, her eyes finding an interesting rock on the ground to focus on.

"Dale, I'm sorry. It's just a little shocking for me to find out that the man I was married to for 20 years has moved on, but I'm sure you have a clue," She said as she kept her eyes on that rock.

"I love you, Peg. Forget all this nonsense and let's get out of here. These Mexicans are making me paranoid."

Maybe Dale was right, but Peggy couldn't help but feel sick every time she thought of those two kissing or touching. It turned her stomach and made her gag immediately that his lips were on hers. Was it ridiculous for her to feel this? She questioned herself mentally over and over again. Something had to be done about this. Something had to be done about Kate and Hank. After wall who did she have? Dale? It was just a moment of insanity that drove her into his arms and the newness had long since vanished leaving a bad taste in her mouth. Peggy felt exhausted, but she could not relax. Her mind would not allow it. Over and over again dreams or more like nightmares haunted her sleep. Hank and Kate and Kate and Hank and Hank and Hank and Kate and Kate and Kate and Kate and Hank again. She screamed. It had to be ended.