Two

November 13, 2005

Two

He couldn’t figure out how the picture ended up there, or even when the picture was taken. He didn’t know someone had seen them.
It happened on the yellow slide,
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…in the garden,
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…in Peter’s house.
Everyone was out there, but he was sure no one had seen him. As sure as you can be of anything when you’ve just drank three quarters of a bottle of whiskey, anyway.
Amanda wasn’t there yet. The red-head was. Amanda was stuck in traffic, the red-head was stuck to his tongue. He didn’t really remember how it happened, he just knew it did. What happened before or immediately after was little more than just a vague blur. Like something you dreamt when you were five, and 15 years later you’re not sure if it was a dream or you imagined it, or if it actually happened.
What he did remember, was Amanda bringing him Alka-Seltzer the next morning.
The picture was still a mystery though.
Amanda had hired a private investigator to follow him around and find out if he was cheating on her as she suspected. The detective had followed him out of his house that day alone in the dark and then crept into the party to follow his every move. He had hidden behind the big bush in the back of Peter’s garden. When he and the red-head had come out he had been carefully placing the night-vision filters on his Powershot S330 Digital ELPH Canon camera. Of course, he never cheated on her before that day, so as Murphy’s Law would have it, that day he did. When he and the red-head sat on the slide they were exactly in front of the detective’s camera… he should’ve known. So now, the detective was shooting his camera away while he was kissing this red-head whose name he hardly remembered…. Wait a tick..
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her name… what was her name?
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There’s no way Amanda could’ve possibly thought he was cheating on her. No way. It hadn’t even ocurred to him till that day. No way. No way in hell.
What is it with people comparing stuff with hell?
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What was that red-head’s name?
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So the detective idea is out of the question, but who took the picture then?
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Jesus, what was the girl’s name?!
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All I know is she used to hang out with Angie (incidentally, Amanda’s best friend) a lot.
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SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. FUCK. SHIT.
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