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shit that happened four years ago. Oh, please.”
    “I know, right.” Monica chuckled. “Listen to this. ‘Dear Diary: Carlos and I are really hitting it off. He’s a romantic. Today he met me outside of my job with a bouquet of white roses. He said it was just something small to celebrate our one-month anniversary.’ ”
    “One-month anniversary? Is it really that serious?” Rita burst into laughter. “Like a man would really put out the time and effort to make plans for a one-month anniversary. Shit, it’s hard enough to remember his yearly anniversary with his wife, let alone some month-by-month shit with some side dish! Oh, you gotta be kiddin’ me. This chick is tryin’ hard to piss you off, Monica. Read the rest. This shit is crackin’ me up.”
    Monica chuckled at Rita’s comments, but inside she was feeling insecure. She thought herself that the diary was made up and sent by some jealous woman, but her husband’s shirt was still an unsolved mystery. She couldn’t help but wonder how this unknown female got her hands on Carlos’s clothing. She continued reading.
    “ ‘He had reservations for us at a bistro in Jersey. I really enjoyed myself. It was easy for me to forget he was married. After dinner we drove to a deserted location where we just watched the stars and talked. It was very late when he dropped me off at my car, which was parked back at my job. He politely kissed me on my lips and drove off. He was a perfect gentleman. I felt bad for his wife because she was losing a good man. But some relationships just aren’t meant to last.’ ”
    “Um, um, um. What other bullshit is in that book?” Rita asked.
    Monica skimmed through the pages. “Oh, here goes something from 2001,” she said, feeding Rita’s frenzy.
    “ ‘December 28, 2001. Dear Diary: Last year Carlos had to spend Christmas with his family. But this year he said he would spend the holidays with me. He had a well-thought-out plan too. He told his wife he would spend the early part of the day with her and the kids and then drive down to Florida to spend some time with his mother and brother. He knew his wife would avoid any chance to visit his mom because they didn’t get along with each other. As for his boys, Monica was still at the point where she didn’t trust them being anywhere without her. So he knew it wouldn’t seem suspicious if he took the drive alone. His wife fell for it. Shit, let that had been me. I would have checked his mileage. But anyway, he came to my apartment around six o’clock Christmas Day. I had a good meal prepared, some Cornish hens, sweet potatoes, rice and gravy, sliced ham, collard greens, and cranberry sauce. For dessert, I baked an apple pie and served it with vanilla ice cream. We ate dinner then went out for a movie in Langhorne. Once we got back to my place we finally made love.’
    “Oh, no, see, now she’s takin’ it too far,” Monica said.
    “Keep readin’. This is the good part,” Rita jumped in.
    “Rita, how did she know about that Christmas?”
    “I don’t know, but let’s find out. Keep readin’,” Rita instigated.
    “ ‘It’s been a whole year and we’ve spent a lot of time together, you know, whenever his wife would go to the nursing home to see her dad, and the time she went to Texas for her family reunion, but he kept saying he wanted to wait until the time was right.’ ” Monica slammed the book shut. The nerve of that son of a bitch, she thought.
    “Rita, I do not believe this! She knows a little too much. What if Carlos—”
    “Hold up. Now, Monica, you know Carlos like the back of your hand. Don’t you think you would have sensed something, had he been cheating on you all this time? Don’t lose your cool so quick.”
    “But she knows entirely too much stuff. Like this, listen to this,” Monica said, as she found a random page in the middle of the book. “It says, ‘March 3, 2002. Dear Diary: Today Carlos stood me up. We were supposed to get