The cardboard
toy theatre and the case of curiosities had been removed as has the ivory table.
Megan
bombed thru the library to the kitchen.
It wasn’t until she dropped her car keys in the hold-all drawer that she realized something was different.
“Son of
bitch!” Had Thomas still been living there he would have told her to lower her voice.
That he
was the guilty party for the missing items was without doubt. He loved
those items as she had when they first acquired them.
Funny how the same thing
could trigger such diverse memories.
They’d
bought the theatre at a flea market on a grey November day arguing the seller
down to $5 from ten. When they came home they drank hot tea in bed before
making love. The next Monday she'd learned he was sleeping with Clare.
The
curiosity case had been put out on the sidewalk in front of a brownstone
apartment building and was under a lilac tree in full bloom. It was down the
street from her best frenemy Angela who was another in Thomas's string of lovers.
The
ivory table was bought in New Delhi, a second honeymoon or a last attempt to
save the marriage. They had held hands as they wandered the streets and
never tired of the curries. It might
have worked had Thomas not kept going out to call Rene.
She
should have changed the locks.
Tomorrow.
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