Lacking Foundations, Part II

Moses made all the right sympathetic sounds, clucking and offering Reena another tissue as she watched her watch the images and videos on the phone again, of her husband betraying his vows.

"I can't believe it," the athletic Indian wife said. "I trusted him. He'd supposed to be working on his book when I'm working not ... not ... not this." She bawled again, and Moses got another tissue out.

"I can't believe I'm going to have to get divorced, already. My parents won't understand," she sobbed.

"Look, little one," Moses said, feeling uncomfortably paternal. "You ain't gotta get divorced. You can have secrets. He can have secrets."

"I don't want to cheat," Reena said, crying, but softer.

"It ain't cheatin', little lady. It's getting even. C'mere, next Friday. I'll set you up."

"I'm not interested in you," Reena said. She was hesitating now, Moses thought. Good.

"I'm loyal to my wife, bitch. You'll like the man I bring in. He's assertive. You need assertive."