Kirsten left the restroom quickly, fervently hoping that she had not given herself away.  She knew, of course, who the woman had been.  She hoped she’d played her role well enough to not raise any suspicions.  That poor woman.  Her heart almost broke when she saw her washing her hands at the sink.  She wished that she could have taken her in her arms, told her that everything would be okay, that she was not the bitch that stole her husband, rather she was the bitch that……

            No. No.  It was good that she had controlled herself.  There’s no way that she could have made her understand.  But, what was she doing there, anyway?  It had been months since they separated.  Months since there had been any contact between she and Dom.  Why would she come here?  Surely, she knew that Dom would be here or that there was a damn good chance he would be.

            She must have come looking for her.  That’s the only answer.  She wanted to see the bitch that had taken her husband away.  But, why didn’t she say something then?  Why only ask her name and where she lived?  She sure wasn’t fooling anyone with that old, “my, you look familiar” ruse. 

            It was only after getting back to her apartment, leaving Dom to continue drinking with his friends, that Kirsten realized, “She’s after me!”