A Fool and His Honey (Aurora Teagarden, #6)

by Charlaine Harris

It had never made any difference to me what people called me, as long as I knew who I was.

“Just because he’s stupid and sweet doesn’t mean he’s good,” I countered.

Somehow, country music seemed to fit the low-down strangeness of the past two days. “My Husband’s Niece Done Hacked Her Man”—how would that play? Or “Whose Baby Am I Feeding?” Nah, couldn’t think of a chorus for that one. What about “There’s a Dead Man on My Stairs and a Baby ’Neath the Bed”?

Like most horrible things—roller coaster rides, committee meetings, vaginal exams—the trip eventually came to an end.

“If he had two thoughts at one time, they’d throw a surprise party,” Martin said mysteriously, and I nodded. “The question is, is he bad or good underneath the stupidity?” I said. “I don’t think he’s smart enough to be bad,” Martin said. The same streetlight made my husband look hard and angry. Really, he was just tired and grumpy. Maybe. “You don’t have to be smart to be bad,” I reminded him.

I’d always just thought Regina was intellectually stupid. According to Cindy, she was morally stupid as well.

As I watched him, I saw him change, the years erase. There were traces in his face of things I never saw on the man I’d married: uncertainty, unhappiness, doubt.

It was an awful thing, being a man, I thought; and I pitied Martin for the first time since I’d known him.

I’d often thought being a Christian meant by definition being a bad one, since nothing is more difficult than Christianity, so I was more or less used to that feeling.