“It was several months after your mom passed…the three of us got together, and ate at that nice seafood restaurant overlooking the ocean. You know the one? Your mom’s favorite. But, I forget the name. After dinner, Lenny encouraged me to go out with Carl. I liked Carl too. I didn’t want to see Carl, in that way, and I didn’t want to make this to be a public, almost public kinda thing. After all, if people suspected I was with Carl, then that make Lenny a cuckold, as they used to say. I don’t know…do they still use that word?”
“I don’t even know what that means,” Hunter added as he accepted more hot water and a fresh tea bag.
“I didn’t realize until recently that this was Lenny’s opportunity to get Carl to invest some money into some of his ideas. I was basically a pawn in Lenny’s game to flip houses, and sell them with Carl involved, taking a second mortgage I found out too late.” Ida sighed. “By then, I was too much into Carl.”