You said the message sounded like Mimi was whipping this other girl?” I nodded. I’m fine, Mrs. I wanted to back away, but I was pinned against the bed. I’m fine, Mrs. “No,” she mused, “we need to be more clever. C’mon, we have to try!” With that, she shifted her grip and pulled me to my feet, then towed me towards the master bedroom. She took it well, better than I had, actually. I even realized I was comparing our bodies and not coming out as badly as I might have thought. I’d realized much earlier it hadn’t been Mimi’s voicemail I’d stumbled onto. Gianelli! I tried looking everywhere in the room except at the trim girl who very nearly was my daughter, but I could feel the heat of my blush. After sitting down, I punched the button and listened as my illusions were shattered. (My husband Barry had said more than once, in his usual sexist fashion, that the rest of her was pretty good too.) I’d already decided I couldn’t tell Barry about
