When had life become so complicated? I shoved the letter from Jennifer into my secret hiding place moments before my wife entered the boathouse.
I had heard her coming down the path from the house so I was prepared for her entrance. I grabbed the fishing pole from the corner and started to fiddle with it. I didn’t turn around right away as I had to make sure that no edge of the pink envelope was visible. Seeing nothing I turned around and faced Donna.
“How long have you been home Roger?”
“Uh, hi Donna. About 5 or 10 minutes I think.”
“Was there any mail today? I’m expecting a letter from Jennifer.”
“I didn’t really look at the mail. It’s still in the car on the seat.”
Seriously, when had life become so complicated? My hands continued to fiddle with the fishing rod and I found myself wishing I was anywhere, but here. My thoughts were on Jennifer and the contents of the letter and not really on what my wife was saying.
“Are you alright Roger?”
“Uh yeah sure, why wouldn’t I be alright?”
“You don’t appear to be listening to me. I asked you when Jennifer had said she would be over to visit next.”
“Sorry I don’t remember.” I put the rod down and started for the door hoping that Donna would follow me.
We both headed back to the house and I retrieved the mail from the car. Donna grabbed it from my hands and quickly sorted through it.
“I don’t see anything from Jennifer.”
“Well you know she has been busy with her new job and trying to find some place to live. I’m sure she will send something soon.”
Somewhat appeased Donna headed into the house. I grabbed the dog’s leash from the car and headed out to walk him. I would have privacy for the call I needed to make.
“Jennifer, what’s the meaning of that letter?”
“Well hello to you too Roger.”
“Cut the small talk Jennifer and answer me.”
“I thought it was pretty self-explanatory.”
“What if Donna had opened that?”
“I know you get the mail everyday from that post office box. I didn’t mail it to the house did I?”
“Jennifer you know I’m not going to leave my wife for you. We’ve talked about this before.”
“Yes you told me what you wouldn’t do, but you never paid much attention to what I thought.”
“I thought it was all decided.” I was trying not to panic. When did I lose control of this situation?
“Roger are you paying attention to what I’m saying?”
I tried to force my thoughts back to the situation at hand. I had to put her off somehow! Stupid idea to get involved with sisters!