“Who is she, Danny?” the woman cried out as Dante came closer.
“Never mind who she is. What the hell are you doing home now? You’re not…”
“It’s a good thing I did come home. How long has this been going on?”
“You damned bitch! I don’t need to explain this, or anything else to you.”
“You’d better start explaining, or you’re on the curb, mister!”
“Just try!”
“I won’t have to. The police will do it for me,” the woman said, quickly punching in some numbers, and then putting her cell phone to her ear.
“The police?” Danny said, running toward her. “You can’t do that, Rosie. They’re lookin’ for me, for God’s sake. They find me here, they’ll lock me up and throw away the key.”
“You should have thought about that before you brought that hussy into our bed.”