"Oh, you poor dear."
"That's why I'm here. I'm not trying to confront Jada. But I need to get some evidence, so I can confront my husband."
The woman leaned in closer. "Well, she does seem to have a lot of men coming over."
"Does she live alone?"
"Oh, no. There’s a disabled woman that I think is her sister. Other than her, nobody. Well, except for a male friend that comes around from time to time. But I don't think he lives there."
"Tell me about him."
"He's a black guy, real ritzy looking. Drives a BMW. He was over there almost constantly over the weekend. Before that, I would see him there occasionally. Is that your husband?"
Summer felt a tinge of sadness come over her. "No."
"Well, he's not been the only man I've seen over there. Even my husband goes over there to talk to her s
