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.
|Evidently on an airplane...|
|And at a hotel...|
|Tell me why he needs such a large bed?|
|And who tucked him in, exactly?|
|Where IS this place?|