Ana looked at the woman. Who'd just slapped her. Ana felt the rise of sting on her cheek.

Her mouth was open. Her lip trembled. Her eyes were red, puffy.

"I didn't mean to do that," she said.

Ana didn't move. Run. Ana. Ana get the hell out of here. This is all of crazy. Do you know this woman? Ana? Hit her back. Do something.

"You are sleeping with my husband," the woman said.

Ana could tell the woman needed to cry some more. But was cried out at the moment.

"I am what?," Ana said.

"My husband, my husband. You slut. You, he . . ."

Ana shook her head side to side, "I'm not sleeping with anyone."

"Don't lie. I saw you," the woman said.

Ana looked to the sky. Then heard a thump. She thought the woman had hit her again. When she looked at the woman. She knew she'd punched her. In the stomach.

"Oh, Jesus," Ana said. "Good lord. I swear. I swear. This is just crazy."

Ana reached down and helped the woman lean against the car.

"Please just listen," Ana said. "I am not sleeping with anyone."

"I saw you two together," the woman said, gasping for air.

"You saw us. Who? Leon? What do you mean you saw us. Is Leon your husband?"

The woman looked at her. "That bastard. His name is not Leon. And, apparently I'm not the only fool."

She swallowed hard, asking "Can I buy you a drink."