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    Indiscretion- Pt 2

    “Alice it’s been two weeks, she does the same thing every single day, well except for the Sunday when she just stays home.”

    “So you think that we can safely say that this job is closed and that she isn’t having an affair.”

    “Yes.”

    “Did you ever find out who the little girl is?”

    “The lady at the home said that she is her niece.”

    “Oh, I didn’t know she had siblings.”

    “Well apparently she does.”

    “One more week? And I promise we’re done.” She begged.

    “One more week.”

    “One more week, and that’s it.”

    “Ok.”

    Hey Guys.”

    “Hey Shane.” We responded in unison.

    “Who’s the babe?” She asked as she took one of the pictures on the table.

    “Bette Porter, our new job.” Alice answered.

    “Wow, who knew tax fraud would look so beautiful.”

    “Well, we’re not exactly on her for that.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Her husband thinks she is cheating on him so he asked us as a favour to find out if its true.”

    “And so far she isn’t.” I defended her. “He is just paranoid. My guess is, he would divorce her anyway because he is the one having the affair, but he doesn’t want to pay out so he is looking for anything to discredit her.”

    They both look at me in silent amazement for a few moments, then Shane broke the silence, “I’d go with Tina on this one.” We talked a while about the case, and then Shane asked me a question, “So how are you handling it?”

    “Handling it?” I asked her again trying to avoid the answer.

    “Being so involved.” She looked at the pictures again. She picked one of her on the beach, a close up shot of her face and placed it in front of me. We all knew exactly why she was asking. Bette was the first woman I ever shot since Camille. I loved taking photos of her. She was my best subject. Shane saw what I captured in that picture and she had an idea why. I watched the picture again. I remembered when I took the shot. It was the second week, a Thursday. She was probably having the hardest day. She drank the entire bottle of wine that day. She cried a lot that day. I cried with her. As I recalled the evening, my eyes filled with tears but I fought them back. “You ok?” She asked as she saw me struggle to keep back the tears from falling.

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    Comments

    1. very interesting new story. My thoughts; not a niece, the orphanage thinks she is a niece, but Bette’s own child that she had at some point before marrying this idiot or early in the marriage while he was gone or something and she could not tell him nor could she bring the child to her home. PPS

    2. Ok, so Bette need to get rid of the husband, before he can do any damage to her. She’s so sad except for her time with her ‘niece’. I’m curious to see what happens next, so keep it coming. PPS.

    3. Hate that Tina and Bette are meeting under this dark cloud. Bette needs to hire someone to watch her husband. Maybe she will have no guilt or lose her money. thanks

    4. it would be interesting to hear Bette starting the convo over coffee with “so Tina tell me, how much is my husband paying you for following me?”

    5. I’m with superdaddy – Bette’s goin call Tina out for sure. Great second chapter – like the objective tone that holds all the emotion underwraps but you know it’s there – very film noirish.

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