When lifelong friends Eleanor and Lucy clash over a shocking revelation about their children’s secret relationship, their Monday gatherings take a tense turn. As buried insecurities and long-held grudges surface, their bond faces the ultimate test of loyalty and forgiveness.

Each Monday, my friends and I, together for 55 years, gather to chat after babysitting our grandkids. This week, it was just Lucy and me, savoring the peace.

Suddenly, Lucy burst out, “I’m mad as hell! I’ve been trying to introduce Barney to that nurse for a year, but he did everything on his own. Can you imagine, I found this rag at his apartment?!”

Suddenly, Lucy burst out, “I’m mad as hell! I’ve been trying to introduce Barney to that nurse for a year, but he did everything on his own. Can you imagine, I found this rag at his apartment?!”

I nearly choked on my tea. I knew those clothes! Lucy waved a red silk shirt and a headband. They were my daughter’s.

“Who wears this? A woman of easy virtue? Some girl from the streets has ensnared my son!” Lucy declared.

I felt dizzy. “Lucy, maybe there’s an explanation. Barney’s a grown man, after all,” I said.

Lucy huffed. “Explanation? My Barney has poor taste in women, clearly!”

I challenged her, “Don’t you think you’re being harsh? You don’t know her.”

She finally agreed to talk to Barney.