Chapter Three
Tommy’s wall phone rang and she reached up from the kitchen table to answer it. “Hey Jilly,” she said when she recognized her friend’s voice.
“I got the night off,” Jilly said. “Rick’s gone out to f**k his girlfriend so I was wondering what you’re up to?”
“Jilly! You can’t possible know that Rick’s seeing someone else. Stop torturing yourself.”
“He’ll come in after midnight, smelling like some weird soap, and his hair will be all poofy. And if I look closely, which I won’t, I’ll find a long black hair or two.”
“So okay, then spill. What are you going to do about it?”
“I brought my service revolver home. I could shoot his d**k off. But I’d rather get the both of them; together. The blackhead and the shithead!”
“Jilly...!”
“So what are you up to?”
“Actually, I’m lookin
