“Marlena, why are you so upset?” The older of the two, dressed in holiday red, reached across the table and took the hand of her friend.
With tears welling, and lips quivering, Marlena pushed a copy of a credit card expenditure across the table. “See for yourself, how could he do this to me? How?”
“I know Kenneth was in Paris, but what does this receipt have to do with your emotional state? This looks like a bill from a restaurant.”