I was with my friend, Este, sitting at Olive Garden, just like we do every Tuesday night. Catching up on the week we had.
Este told me her husband was acting weird.
I remember just what she told me.
“That was not my lipstick on his mouth,” she said.
“He bought jewellery via our joint account he never gave me”
She thought it was infidelity.
I said thought so too.
So she was going to call ...