Her eyes narrowed. It was in her husband’s handwriting, but she didn’t recognize it. It wasn’t one of their close circle of friends. Business? No; it was a local address. Then who?
The Other Woman!
Now she had Mort right where she wanted him! Grabbing her flowered hat again, Agnes flew out the door to the family car which she’d taken to see her sick sister. She’d bust right in and confront that lousy husband of hers, she vowed!
She started the car, and tore down the quiet street, heading with sour vengeance and righteous indignation straight for the small home of Carla West.
But even Agnes McDonald in her wildest imagination never dreamed of what she would find once she got there. It would be the shock of their lives for all concerned…