I didn't know what to do or say when I walked in there and saw them together. Even if he would like to tell you otherwise I had never thought of myself as a doormat; the kind of woman who lets her man cheat on her inconsequentially because there are other good things to look forward to, or children to look out for, or fear of confrontation. And I sure didn't feel like changing my ways at that moment. If going for the punch would be unwise, 'cause he could easily crack me in half if he felt so inclined, I didn't exactly stay for tea. Hell, I didn't even say a word.

It wasn't until later, sittin' at my friend Maria's table that everything clicked into place. "Why don't you pay someone to send him a message?", she suggested.

Instead, I paid someone to sell me the message. And I delivered it myself. It was an accident, you see, "Women and guns shouldn't mix", he always said.

Rest In Pieces, Irving.