“No. Honestly,” Frankie continued. “I was getting a towel and noticed a small container on one of the shelves.” She took a sip of her drink. “It was a diaphragm.” Another sip, waiting for a reaction from her friends.

“A what?” Amy blurted.

Nina patted her hand. “Oh, honey. It’s one of those contraceptive contraptions that women use so they don’t get pregnant.”

“I know what a diaphragm is. Duh,” Amy shot back. “I was kidding.”

Nina patted her hand again and turned to Frankie. “So what did you do?”

“I did what any other red-blooded woman would do. I took it with me and threw it in a dumpster several blocks away.”

The women were doubled over in hysterics. Frankie continued, “I never said a word to him. I figured he would be squirming enough when she went looking for it.”

Nina was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down her face.

“Did he call you?” Rachael tilted her head.

“Yes, he did.” Frankie played with the small straw in her glass.

“Spill, girl!” Amy was almost shouting. “What happened?”

“I didn’t answer the phone but he left me a voice mail saying how immature it was of me to take someone else’s property.”

Amy’s mouth was agape. “He said what?”

“You heard me. But, I must say, I got a lot of satisfaction out of that call. He was so pissed. Too bad, too sad. Such a jerk.”

“So how did you know he had been seeing two other women?” Amy asked curiously.

“A friend of mine. One could say it was a coincidence, but think about this. New York City has a population of eight million people, and over ten thousand doctors.”

Nina pushed, “Get to the good part!”

“As I was saying, a friend of mine was introduced to him at a hospital function. He was with a woman named Victoria. Well, while they were chitchatting, a woman named Michelle walked up to him and slapped him in the face.” Frankie sat back in her chair with a wry smile.

“Wow.” Nina gasped. “Well, at least he got the slap he deserved.”

“Yeah, too bad it wasn’t from me.” Frankie chuckled. “I felt vindicated without having to do anything except dispose of something gross. It’s funny. Odd, I mean. I wasn’t angry. I was stunned. But when I tossed that thing in the garbage, I felt elated just thinking about how he was going to talk his way out of its absence.”

“He sounds like a real piece of work,” Nina observed.

“Yes, indeed. I pity his patients. Now he’s a psychiatrist.”

The women almost spit out their drinks. “Seriously?” Amy barked.

“Yep.” Frankie nodded. “I feel like I dodged a bullet with that one. And several others, I suppose.”

Silence fell across the table.

Frankie’s eyes twinkled. “I have an idea.”

“Uh-oh,” Amy said.

“I know we all hate Internet dating …”