My Rocky Relationship with Sheila–Part 3 of 4
CHAPTER 7 I had planned to be rid of Sheila, but it was not to be. Nan and I were watching a football game one Sunday evening when the phone rang. I could tell from the Caller ID that it was the police. “Evening Tom—Sergeant Perkins here; we have your wife in custody for DUI. She was picked up on Main weaving all across the road. Want to come down and bail her out?” I was on a first-name basis with a lot of cops. I had convinced Mary Ann to donate thousands of dollars of electrical equipment to the Police Athletic League when they wanted to renovate an old warehouse, turning it into a gym and classrooms for our town’s kids. I had personally inspected the premises with the cops and made suggestions as …