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losing your family?”
    There was a long pause.
    “ANSWER ME, DAMN IT!” Monica screamed into the phone.
    “Monica,” Carlos said.
    “WHAT?”
    “Monica, I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. Why don’t you just come home so we can figure this out. Apparently someone has been lying to you. And Rita’s house is not the place to find out the truth.”
    “CARLOS, YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS BEEN LYING TO ME! YOU’VE BEEN SLEEPING WITH ANOTHER WOMAN AND COMING HOME TO ME!”
    “Monica, I swear to you I haven’t been messing around. We just came from a beautiful vacation celebrating—”
    “Oh, was that to celebrate? Or was that done out of guilt? Because I must say, I have been a little suspicious of all the extreme niceness lately.”
    “Suspicious? Monica, I bent my back over for you our entire marriage. This niceness that you’re talkin’ about didn’t just arrive. And I worked hard to pull off that surprise vacation for our anniversary! Our tenth anniversary, which is today ! If I felt guilty about anything, I’m sure I could have just bought you some flowers and wiped my slate clean. I mean, you and I both know it don’t take much to make you happy,” Carlos said.
    “What are you tryin’ to say, Carlos?”
    “Are you listening? I DON’T KNOW WHAT RITA IS OVER THERE TELLIN’ YOU, BUT I DIDN’T CHEAT ON YOU, AND I’M NOT CHEATING ON YOU!” Carlos shouted.
    “Don’t put Rita in this. She’s not the reason for this. If anything, she’s on your side.” Monica retorted.
    “Then where in the hell are you getting this shit from?” Carlos asked, frustrated.
    Monica started to cry, “She sent me her diary. Carlos, just tell me why,” Monica sobbed, “we were happy, weren’t we?”
    “Baby, we are happy. This must be a misunderstanding. I don’t know what you are talking about. A diary? Baby, I’m just as confused as you. I don’t wanna argue like this anymore. Come home,” Carlos said.
    Monica pulled the phone away from her ear and let it dangle in her hand for a moment. She shook her head from left to right slowly as she wiped her eyes with her spare hand. Meanwhile Rita sat on the couch watching Monica’s every move. Monica spoke into the phone once again.
    “Okay,” Monica whispered softly in between sniffling.
    “We’ll straighten everything out when you get here,” Carlos said, sounding a bit satisfied.
    “All right,” Monica said.
    “I love you, you hear me?” Carlos assured his wife.
    “I love you too,” Monica sighed.
    “Come home,” Carlos repeated.
    “Okay,” Monica said as she hung up.
    “You want me to take you home?” Rita asked, sensing Monica wanted to reconcile.
    Monica shook her head no and said, “I can’t, Rita, not until I know everything.”
    Rita stood up and walked over to her friend. She hugged her. Monica’s body sank into Rita’s arms as she wept.
    “Everything’s going to be fine,” Rita said, consoling Monica. “I’m here for you,” she added.

Chapter 7
    Rita was sitting on the couch eating a turkey sandwich and listening to her sister, Beverly, talk about the fun she was having at her cookout.
    “Mom and Dad over here getting tipsy. And Johnny brought one of those blow-up bouncer things for the kids. They lovin’ it. I wish you were here. I need some help in this kitchen,” Beverly ran down.
    “What you cookin’?” Rita asked.
    “Honey, I’m fryin’ me some salmon—”
    “Fryin’ salmon?”
    “Yeah, girl, with that deep fryer Johnny bought me last Valentine’s Day. They taste good too. Almost like mackerel cakes.”
    “You gotta put me up a plate,” Rita said, taking a bite out of her sandwich. The sun had moved from her side of the street to the other, and she was somewhat disappointed in how her day had ended up. She had planned to be at Beverly’s for their family’s cookout. And she would have loved to be the taste tester of that fried salmon. But since Rita was Monica’s only best friend and