"So, what exactly do you want to know?" I asked dryly. Debbie looked up at the ceiling and placed her fingertips on her temples.
"I don't even know where to begin. So let us begin there. To begin with, How did you come to know Linda's husband?"
"He's my Figure Drawing instructor," I answered.
"Do you sleep with him?" She asked.
"No," I replied, my face expressionless. Debbie gave me a long, hard look of incredulity and slight contempt.
"So, what exactly was he doing here?"
"Searching for his wife." Debbie became increasingly enraged with each response.
"How did he know she was here?"
"I have no idea." Debbie appeared as though she wanted to slap me.
"So Who was the guy who was here earlier?" she asked.
"What guy?" Debbie's hands balled into fists.
"The person who was using the r
