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 janglin
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
It was locked or even where she kept it. but as I said at the time — «if youve nothing to hide, why hide it? «Its 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 o Dont know, I suppose Ive had my doubts for a while. theres 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 Know, its 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 exs, 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 a Ure 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 b He way I found it, shut the drawer and phoned you. see, I dont know what to do.
I keep having fantasies about leaving her dictaphone under the pillow or following her when she goes to work. iv N lying about where Im going, just in case I can bump into her.