His phone was sitting on the bar with what looked like cash and his keys. He glanced at the phone, then turned his attention back to the bleached-blond-bad-hair woman without answering Tori’s text. Tori switched to the camera app and secretly started taking photos of her husband and whoever the floozy was. She also noticed the time stamp. It read 9:00, which was the precise time the woman from the coffee shop said she should show up. That gave her the willies. Who was that woman and how did she know? Instead of breaking up the two lovebirds, Tori decided to turn around and head back home. Now she had a real reason to demand a conversation with him.

Her hands were shaking as she gripped the wheel. Her mind was racing as she came upon a tight bend in the road. An oncoming car horn blasted as it swerved to avoid clipping her. She could hear the driver screaming as he drove past. “Slow down!”

Tori immediately hit the brakes and regained control of her car. She pulled over to the side of the road to regroup. Seeing her husband with another woman in a place where he hangs out with his friends was truly not what she was expecting. What to do? What to do? She knew this time she couldn’t do nothing. She had to do something. That was becoming an anthem with her. Then she decided that doing nothing for the time being was actually doing something. She was going to wait for the right opportunity. She wasn’t going to react when she was in a state of shock.

As she returned to the road, she thought that maybe she would text him the picture she just took of them. Yes, but not now. At the moment, she was in charge. She had the power in her little art form. If he didn’t agree to take a walk with her, then she might show him her slideshow of his infidelity. Or was it? Was he simply flirting with that floozy? Showing off for his friends? She was going to get to the bottom of it. When she was good and ready. She had a lot of thinking to do. Again.

As the water filled the tub, she looked at the photos again, making them larger to see if she could identify the woman. Tori flinched at the first enlargement. The woman was much older but trying to look younger. The fake-colored hair and the heavy black eyeliner with blue eye shadow was not doing the woman any favors. “If that’s what he wants, then that’s what he can have.” Tori was baffled. Why on earth would he be with someone like that? She decided to go to the diner the next day and see if she could get more information from the woman who had told her to go to Ringo’s in the first place.