John went out last night. I didn't think much of it; in fact, I didn't notice until after he'd gone. (Which is to say, when tea didn't materialize.) Even then I wasn't worried. He goes out, he comes back . . . sometimes with groceries, which is a definite plus.
But then I began receiving strange pictures on my phone.
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| Evidently on an airplane... |
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| And at a hotel... |
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Tell me why he needs such a large bed?
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| And who tucked him in, exactly? |
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| Where IS this place? |
Aside from the pictures, which have been sent as text messages, I've heard nothing from John. And while he appears none the worse for wear, I have to wonder: who is taking these photos?
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