The Sweet Stench Of Revenge — Part 9.

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I like to think people can tell me anything. I am very empathic, don’t you think? I mean, really, you’d trust me completely, wouldn’t you?

Over a cup of tea Dora told me everything. How McKlusky had cheated and lied his way through their marriage of several years. How he’d manipulated her into using her small inheritance to pay for their house, and had then remortgaged it several times, until there was little equity left in it. How he’d been one disappointment after another.

Throughout, I reassured Dora that I understood, and I’d be there for her. Oh yes, there long enough to hold McKlusky’s head beneath the surface of the water.

That was when she confided that she’d received some lewd photographs. He’d done the most despicable things, she said.

“It’s just so vile!” She said.

“Honey,” I said as comfortingly as I could, “sometimes men just surprise us. I think you’re trying to say he’s been off with another woman. Of course that’s disgusting. But maybe it was just a moment of weakness.”