We slept until the alarm clock buzzed in the morning. Neither one of us felt like food after we had showered. Helen had to get back to the B&B before ...he was missed, so an early start was needed.We may as well not have bothered rushing, it turned out. Alan, her husband had been calling the B&B all night, wondering where his wife was. Her boss was frantic with worry and probably a little guilt that he hadn’t looked after her as well as he might. Helen had to face the music, worse, she had to do. I opened the note and a little laminated hand and foot stamp fell out of the fold of the paper.“Don’t even think about paying for a single thing today. Instead, take this stamp and head over to the best nail shop in town for a full manicure and pedicure. The reservation is for 10:30 am so don’t be late. Feel free to take mom and Aunt Lisa with you, or not ; ).”“Well don’t hold out Rita what does it say?” mom asked.“All you need to know is we’re going to Botanical Works and we got about twenty. At this point my whole world centered on the sounds coming from the bedroom: of all places, our own bed. I let out a breath, had no choice in the matter, it was the kind of breath one lets out when first sinking into one’s wife after a long time of being without her. And here, another man was providing a firm force to my wife, a rhythmic pounding accompanied by his grunting bursts and her “oh…oh…ohhh yeah.”I was so thoroughly engrossed in what I was hearing I could barely think. I knew. Amelia looked awful; hair, usually so soft and feathery, was limp. She was so pale.Lifting her glasses, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, gave me a half-hearted smile, and reached for my hand. Her touch was delicate and her hand ice cold.Peter looked at me from behind her.“What did you do to her?” I asked in a whisper.Then all the memories flooded back. I inhaled sharply and winced at the pain. “Where’s Rufus? Is he okay?”Amelia nodded. She finally spoke. “He’s at the vet.
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