"I shouldn't have come," Isabela said. She stood up and reached for her purse. "Don't be silly," Cheryl said. Her smile was reassuring and welcoming. "Why don't you tell me what happened?" "Well," she started. Without meaning to, she blurted out everything about atching Tom in the affair. "Tom's going for a younger, prettier version of me!" she blurted out. "Am I really that far gone?" She couldn't help herself. The tears she'd managed to hold back were coming through now no matter what she wanted. "You're not, you know. Worn out. Ugly. Too old. You're not any of those things. I can only imagine why Tom decided to do the thing he did but it wasn't because of you." "You're just saying that." "I'm not. Give me a minute?" Isabela didn't watch her go. She was too distracted to even wonder where Cheryl had gone. She dried her face with tissues pulled from her purse. Another woman walked into the room. She stood in front of Isabela with her hands behind her back. She had a naughty smile on her face and her blue eyes. They looked like they had plenty of secrets. "Isabela?" the woman said. Isabela nodded. "I'm Bobbie," she held out her hand. The younger woman was beautiful. Too beautiful to believe she would ... "You can't be serious." "About what?" "You'd go on a date with me?" "Thanks for asking me out, Isabela. I'd love to." "That's," Isabela frowned. "Not what I meant. Um —" Bobbie took her hand and kissed it. "What time can I expect you to come by to pick me up?"