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together and go down to the casino. But his wife caught mono from one of those kids she teaches.’ Remember that? How would she know that?” Monica asked.
    “But plenty of people knew about that,” Rita said.
    “Like who? My family and close friends, and a few of his close friends, and the other teachers, of course. But that’s it,” Monica explained.
    “Exactly!” Rita said, “It could be a number of people playing with you. I bet you it’s one of them fake-ass teacher friends. Think, who would want to cause problems between you and Carlos?”
    Monica ignored Rita’s question. At that point she no longer believed the diary was a hoax like Rita did. Her heart began to beat faster.
    “Listen to this,” Monica started up again. “ ‘You won’t believe who I ran into down Penn’s Landing today—Carlos and Monica. This was my first time seeing her. She’s cute. She had on a cute outfit too. Some fitted white pants and a red-and-white halter and some red stilettos. She didn’t look anything like the wholesome schoolteacher Carlos described.’ I remember exactly what day she’s talking about, and nobody we know saw us down there because they would have stopped and spoke,” Monica concluded.
    “Well, yeah, I guess so,” Rita agreed. “What else does she say about that day? Maybe there’s a hint in there about who she is.”
    Monica read on. “ ‘Carlos looked a little scared like I was going to play his cards in front of his wife. I wanted to real bad, especially now that he hasn’t called me ever since I told him I was…’ Oh, my God, Rita! I will kill that man!” Monica shouted.
    “What, Monica?” Rita asked.
    “This bitch was pregnant by my husband!” Monica yelled. “Rita! Wait ’til he brings his ass in here! I will kill that man! I swear to God!”
    At that moment Rita started to take the diary more seriously. She could tell Monica was hurt, and as her best friend she wanted to console her. “Monica, calm down, sweetheart, you still don’t know if this is true or not.”
    “It better not be true, Rita! Because if it is, Carlos is a dead man! How could he do something like this to me?”
    “Well, where is Carlos now? You should ask him about this,” Rita suggested.
    “He went to Mom’s to pick up the boys,” Monica told her.
    “Well, I’m coming to get you,” Rita decided.
    “For what? I wanna be right here when he gets back so I can…OH! I don’t believe this shit!” Monica shouted, tears gathering in her eyes.
    “Monica, you don’t need to be there when he gets there. How you’re feelin’ right now, there’s no tellin’ what you will do when he comes through that door, and you don’t want the boys to be in the middle of all that.” Rita made a rational point.
    Monica took into consideration what Rita was saying. Her best friend was right. C.J. and Chris didn’t need to know what was going on. She thought maybe it would be best for her to go over to Rita’s, at least until she calmed down some.
    “All right,” Monica said, letting out a sigh. “His ass is lucky I love my sons like I do, otherwise, I swear to God…”

Chapter 5
    Rita’s row home off of Cottman Avenue wasn’t but ten minutes away from Monica’s. But with it being Labor Day, every other street was blocked off. Rita had to take detours, turning her typically ten-minute drive into a twenty-minute one. And Monica kept her eyes glued to the diary the entire time, not even budging the couple times Rita tried to get her to look at a block party.
    When they finally got to Rita’s, Monica plopped into a recliner chair, tucking her feet under her behind. Her face was stained from the mixture of her tears and mascara. She was reading the diary page by page, reciting some parts of it to Rita. She was growing more and more angry with each entry, in complete and utter disbelief at the things that were being revealed about Carlos.
    “You need to put that book down. You’ve read enough,” Rita told