Chapter Eleven
Anthony opened a bottle of Bordeaux and we carried our glasses to the deck to enjoy the view of the lake as the sun began to set.
“ So tell me about Nellie and Mike,” Anthony said. He sat down next to me on the wooden Adirondack chairs and sipped his wine.
“ It turns out Mike wasn’t the man that everyone thought he was. Protesters have taken over the town protesting his pickle factory. They’re saying he’s been dumping pickle brine into the water and causing a fish kill. If that weren’t enough, he was cheating on Nellie with a cheap hussy who dances for cash.”
Anthony choked on his wine. “Cheap hussy? I don’t think I’ve heard anyone but my grandma use that word.”
“ Well, she is. Fake boobs and too much makeup. To top it all off, her name is Dusty Rose. What kind of pe
