Thank heavens it’s Wednesday. Twiggy’s all in.
Wednesday Story day again and last we were somewhat mortified to know that Trish Severide and Jason McDonnell have been carrying on an affair. They thought it was all a secret until Frank Plano openly asked Trish about it. She immediately went to Jason to complain about his telling Frank. To her surprise, Jason had not said a word. So the plot, stew, soup, oatmeal, milkshake or whatever descriptor you want to pick, thickens. I see Jason just hung up the phone and Frank is sitting in the outer office. This scene may give Dan Antion (the namesake for the town of Antion, Illinois) some badly needed information which may help him get out of that neck brace. Let’s go.
“Frank. Come on in. Have a seat.”
“I was just around the corner when you called. What’s up?”
“Guess who just left here in a fit of pique.”
“Fit of pique? What does that mean?”
“Sorry. Old time expression. With her panties in a wad. How’s that?”
“I’m sure I don’t know for sure, but I could guess, Trish.”
“And why do you suppose she was so upset?”
“Um. Cause I mentioned, she was having sex with you.”
“Correctamundo, Frank. What the hell are you trying to do anyway?”
“Me? I’m not the one having sex with her. I could ask you the same question.”
“Yes you could but see the difference is you work for me not the other way around.”
“Okay, now that you played the boss card. What’s next. Huh, boss?”
“I would like to know how you found out Trish and I were having an affair.”
“I don’t think you’ll buy the little birdie story.”
“Knock it off, Frank. This is not a laughing matter.”
“Boss. Uh, may I call you boss? You must know I can’t divulge my sources. I gave them assurance that the information was safe with me.”
“I don’t give a rip about your assurances. I want to know who tipped you off?”
“Let’s just say when you go out-of-town to have some yum yum with a woman who has a reputation, there are folks who notice.”
“Out of town? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Did you not go to Kenosha for one of your love fests?”
“Um. Let me think. Why, yes. Yes, we did. That was weeks ago.”
“Must have made an impression on the poor soul who witnessed a lawyer falling all over a client much to the violation of the code of ethics.”
“Okay, now that sounds like a threat.”
“Settle down, boss. You have much more to worry about than me turning you in to the State Bar.”
“What do you mean?”
“There is a guy in Kenosha who will swear you were in the Severide house the night they were killed.”
“Bullshit. That’s a bald-faced lie.”
“Is it, boss? Is it?









