Chapter Five
I poured myself a glass of wine and settled on my chaise lounge. The revelation that Mike wasn’t just a stuffy pickle pusher boggled my mind. I called Juliet. I wanted to see if she knew Mike was cheating on Nellie.
“Whatever you’re selling, I’m not buying,” Juliet said when she answered the phone.
“ It’s me.”
“ I know it’s you. There’s this modern day invention called caller identification. What’s up?”
“ Mike was cheating on Nellie with a stripper from the Lamplighter Lounge.” The words came out in a rush. I still had a hard time believing it. I didn’t believe Mike would betray Nellie.
“ That dive bar? With Mike’s money, he could afford a higher class of mistress,” Juliet said.
“ Aren’t you surprised?”
“ Not really. I like Nellie, but Mike gave me the heebie jee
