Versuri Arab Strap - Love detective
We slept in this morning and she had to get ready in a hurry - no time for her usual attention to
detail - and she ran out the door, slamming it behind her, leaving her keys swinging and jangling. I
stayed in bed until I heard the downstairs door shut, then peeked through the blinds and as soon as
she was out of sight, I went for the keys. She never tried to make a secret of the box or the fact
it was locked or even where she kept it. But as I said at the time - ";If you-ve nothing to hide,
why hide it?";
It-s one of those wee red cashbox things and she keeps it in a drawer by the bed, under some
pictures and books. Every key she has is on the same keyring - it took me a while to find the right
one. I don-t know, I suppose I-ve had my doubts for a while. There-s been hushed phone-calls
virtually every night, her friends stop talking when I come in the room and they look at each other,
and I don-t know, it-s just a feeling. Anyway, I eventually found the right key and it fitted
perfectly in. I put the box on top of the bed and opened it up...
There were these pictures of friends and ex-s, letters, postcards, doodles, nothing bad - and then I
found some sort of sex diary and I went to the latest entry. It explicity detailed a recent
adventure up the park with a boy she said she had forgotten about...
And it got worse as it went on. The dates never made sense, there were people I had never even heard
of. Eventually I had to stop reading it because I started to feel sick. So I put everything back the
way I found it, shut the drawer and phoned you. See, I don-t know what to do. I keep having
fantasies about leaving her dictaphone under the pillow or following her when she goes to work. I-ve
been lying about where I-m going, just in case I can bump ïnto her.
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