Source of the Nile

"I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Do I know you?"

"We've met, once I believe. At the holiday party? Maybe two years ago?"

"Holiday party?"

"For Bertram & West?"

"I'm afraid I'm not..."

"It's not important. Please, may I come inside? It's chilly out here, and I have something I need to tell you."

"No, I don't think..."

"Please. I won't take up much of your time. But, you see, it's rather important. It's about your husband."

"James?"

"Yes. James. And my wife. Catherine."

"...I'm afraid I don't..."

"Please. I don't want to have to do this out here."

"I think you'd better..."

"Listen. Look at these. I had a private investigator follow them. He took these. Just look at them."

"You need to go now."

"Just look, Diane! It's him! It's James. And that - that, her, right there - that's my wife. Catherine."

"...What is this?"

"It's right there, in black and white. You must see?"

"I don't..."

"Please. We need to talk."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Robert Huntington. My wife Catherine is your husband's.... Listen, I know this is a lot to take in at one time. It's a lot. We've met, we met at the holiday party. Don't you remember?"

"Catherine Huntington?"

"My wife. Yes."

"She's James's therapist."

"Yes."

"What's going on. Please tell me what this is all about."

"Please, Diane. Let me come in. We have a lot to talk about."

"This can't be happening..."

"I'm afraid..."

"Oh...oh."

"Yes."

"...Please. Won't you come in."

"Thank you."