A marriage in trouble

Deb broke back in, “I heard Jack on the phone with a woman to meet at the Hyatt at 1PM instead of 12 noon on Tuesday. I saw him relax. That fucker lost all the tension in his body, that fucking jerk. I saw him in the mirror smile when talking to that bitch Jenifer.”

At this point Joyce suggested that they follow him and meet up with him and his lover. “Deb, if you are going to do this, we have to go all the way. We need to see this Jenifer. Both of us. It’s not going to be a ‘he said, she said’. It won’t be a ‘this is what happened’, ‘no it did not’. I’ll be a witness. There won’t be any getting away from this. No matter what. Are you in for the whole thing, or nothing?”

“Joyce, I’m gonna hang that bastard and you’ll be right there besides me. He’s gonna get more hell than he’s been getting.”

Tuesday at noon, Joyce and Deb meet at a Starbucks on Michigan Avenue by the Hyatt. This is the Magnificent Mile, the hoity-toity part of Chicago. High end, real high end. Much higher that a building maintenance engineer and a receptionist at a dental office could afford, or even dream of.