StylusMaximus
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Heather and Jessica had lunch together at least once a month.
They had been best friends since college -- randomly paired up as roommates their freshman year, they quickly became inseparable. They shared everything with each other -- their successes and failures, their hopes and dreams. There were no secrets between them.
The day before graduation, they promised each other they would be lifelong friends, and they did just that. By the time they were 36 years old, both Heather and Jessica had gotten married, had children, and moved to nice houses in the suburbs, just a couple of miles away from each other. Both had married decent, hardworking men who provided well for them and allowed them to be "stay-at-home moms." They were both happily married -- or at least contentedly married, and they both kept busy.
But they always made time for each other. They never went more than a week without at least talking on the phone, and never more than a month without seeing each other face to face. Every two or three weeks, they would play tennis at the club and then have lunch at a little bistro they both loved. It was their time to really talk about what was going on in their lives, and they both treasured it.
And today was no different. Heather and Jessica sat at their usual table, ordered their usual soup and salad, and caught each other up on their husbands, their kids, and everything else they could think of. Jessica said she was a little bored but she couldn't really complain. Heather just nodded.
The lunch was winding down and the ladies had asked their server for the check. While they waited, they made idle chatter and looked casually around the mostly empty restaurant.
As they sat there, Jessica saw a man sitting in a booth across the restaurant. He was a little older, perhaps 45, and dressed impeccably in a gray suit, white shirt, and red tie. But what Jessica noticed was that the man seemed to be staring at them. She couldn't be sure.
She was about to ask Heather if she knew the man when suddenly he stood up and began walking toward them. She glanced over at her best friend, and Heather was watching him too. She didn't seem to recognize him. The man stopped a few feet from their table and stood there, calmly looking directly at them.
No, he's just looking at Heather, Jessica realized. He looked directly into Heather's eyes. As he stood, he slowly twirled a ring on the fourth finger of his right hand. It looked like a wedding band, but instead of gold or silver, it was a brilliant shade of scarlet.
Jessica looked over at Heather. Heather looked at the man, then glanced down at the scarlet ring. She immediately flushed bright red -- almost as red as the ring itself -- and her hands flew to her mouth. The man smiled slightly, then turned without a word and walked away, turning down the hall to the restrooms.
Heather looked around nervously, then at Jessica, who was watching her quizzically. She wiped her mouth with her napkin, then pushed her chair back from the table.
"I'll be right back, Jessica," she said, standing up and dropping her napkin in the chair. She was still blushing.
"What? What is it, Heather? Who is that?" Jessica asked.
"It's nothing, Jess. I just-- um, I just need to go to the restroom real quick. I'll be right back."
"But who--"
"Right back."
And with that, Heather turned and strode toward the restrooms, quickly disappearing from Jessica's view. Jessica sat there with a thousand questions colliding in her head.
In a moment, the waiter returned with the check. A few minutes later and Heather had still not returned. They usually split the bill when they had lunch together, but Jessica decided to go ahead and pay the entire check. Then she waited a few minutes more. Still no sign of Heather.
Jessica was about to go check on her friend when the man in the gray suit suddenly emerged from the hallway. He did not look Jessica's way, but instead walked to the front of the restaurant and out through the front exit.
Jessica looked back toward the hall leading to the restrooms, and in a moment, Heather came around the corner. She hurried back to the table and sat down, giving Jessica an apologetic smile.
Jessica looked at her best friend strangely. Heather looked disheveled -- her tennis outfit out of place, her hair a mess, her lipstick and mascara smudged. She seemed to be breathing heavily as she took a long drink of water. She smiled weakly at Jessica.
"Did we get the check? How much do I owe?" she said breathlessly.
"I paid the bill already, Heather," Jessica said. "Look, are you all right?"
Heather looked back at her. "Yes," she said softly.
"Who was that man in the suit?"
Heather smiled a little. "I don't know."
Jessica looked around, then leaned closer to her friend and lowered her voice to a whisper. "Did you just have sex with him?"
Heather smiled a little wider and whispered back. "Not exactly."
Jessica looked at her. "All right, Heather, that's it," she said. "What is going on here? Seriously, who was that? And what do you mean, 'not exactly?'"
Heather grinned. "Sorry, Jess. I've already answered three questions, so I'm not allowed to answer any more until the next time I see you."
Jessica's mouth dropped open. She sat back, thoroughly confused. She looked at Heather, then glanced down at the table. For the first time, she noticed that Heather was wearing a scarlet ring on the fourth finger of her right hand.
Heather and Jessica had lunch together at least once a month.
They had been best friends since college -- randomly paired up as roommates their freshman year, they quickly became inseparable. They shared everything with each other -- their successes and failures, their hopes and dreams. There were no secrets between them.
The day before graduation, they promised each other they would be lifelong friends, and they did just that. By the time they were 36 years old, both Heather and Jessica had gotten married, had children, and moved to nice houses in the suburbs, just a couple of miles away from each other. Both had married decent, hardworking men who provided well for them and allowed them to be "stay-at-home moms." They were both happily married -- or at least contentedly married, and they both kept busy.
But they always made time for each other. They never went more than a week without at least talking on the phone, and never more than a month without seeing each other face to face. Every two or three weeks, they would play tennis at the club and then have lunch at a little bistro they both loved. It was their time to really talk about what was going on in their lives, and they both treasured it.
And today was no different. Heather and Jessica sat at their usual table, ordered their usual soup and salad, and caught each other up on their husbands, their kids, and everything else they could think of. Jessica said she was a little bored but she couldn't really complain. Heather just nodded.
The lunch was winding down and the ladies had asked their server for the check. While they waited, they made idle chatter and looked casually around the mostly empty restaurant.
As they sat there, Jessica saw a man sitting in a booth across the restaurant. He was a little older, perhaps 45, and dressed impeccably in a gray suit, white shirt, and red tie. But what Jessica noticed was that the man seemed to be staring at them. She couldn't be sure.
She was about to ask Heather if she knew the man when suddenly he stood up and began walking toward them. She glanced over at her best friend, and Heather was watching him too. She didn't seem to recognize him. The man stopped a few feet from their table and stood there, calmly looking directly at them.
No, he's just looking at Heather, Jessica realized. He looked directly into Heather's eyes. As he stood, he slowly twirled a ring on the fourth finger of his right hand. It looked like a wedding band, but instead of gold or silver, it was a brilliant shade of scarlet.
Jessica looked over at Heather. Heather looked at the man, then glanced down at the scarlet ring. She immediately flushed bright red -- almost as red as the ring itself -- and her hands flew to her mouth. The man smiled slightly, then turned without a word and walked away, turning down the hall to the restrooms.
Heather looked around nervously, then at Jessica, who was watching her quizzically. She wiped her mouth with her napkin, then pushed her chair back from the table.
"I'll be right back, Jessica," she said, standing up and dropping her napkin in the chair. She was still blushing.
"What? What is it, Heather? Who is that?" Jessica asked.
"It's nothing, Jess. I just-- um, I just need to go to the restroom real quick. I'll be right back."
"But who--"
"Right back."
And with that, Heather turned and strode toward the restrooms, quickly disappearing from Jessica's view. Jessica sat there with a thousand questions colliding in her head.
In a moment, the waiter returned with the check. A few minutes later and Heather had still not returned. They usually split the bill when they had lunch together, but Jessica decided to go ahead and pay the entire check. Then she waited a few minutes more. Still no sign of Heather.
Jessica was about to go check on her friend when the man in the gray suit suddenly emerged from the hallway. He did not look Jessica's way, but instead walked to the front of the restaurant and out through the front exit.
Jessica looked back toward the hall leading to the restrooms, and in a moment, Heather came around the corner. She hurried back to the table and sat down, giving Jessica an apologetic smile.
Jessica looked at her best friend strangely. Heather looked disheveled -- her tennis outfit out of place, her hair a mess, her lipstick and mascara smudged. She seemed to be breathing heavily as she took a long drink of water. She smiled weakly at Jessica.
"Did we get the check? How much do I owe?" she said breathlessly.
"I paid the bill already, Heather," Jessica said. "Look, are you all right?"
Heather looked back at her. "Yes," she said softly.
"Who was that man in the suit?"
Heather smiled a little. "I don't know."
Jessica looked around, then leaned closer to her friend and lowered her voice to a whisper. "Did you just have sex with him?"
Heather smiled a little wider and whispered back. "Not exactly."
Jessica looked at her. "All right, Heather, that's it," she said. "What is going on here? Seriously, who was that? And what do you mean, 'not exactly?'"
Heather grinned. "Sorry, Jess. I've already answered three questions, so I'm not allowed to answer any more until the next time I see you."
Jessica's mouth dropped open. She sat back, thoroughly confused. She looked at Heather, then glanced down at the table. For the first time, she noticed that Heather was wearing a scarlet ring on the fourth finger of her right hand.
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