(Continued from last issue)

David and Diane have been married for years; then there is Julie, the young secretary whose axis collides with the couple’s in ways none of them saw coming.

JULIE

It was hard waiting for David to get everything ready to break ground on the Katosi project, but on the last Friday of that month when he passed by the apartment after work, he announced that everything was finally ready, and we would be breaking ground the following day.

It was all I could do to stop myself from jumping up and down and yelling in excitement.

“I take it you would like to be there?” he asked teasingly.
“Are you kidding me? Of course, I do!”
“I knew you would,” he smiled. “I expect them to start around nine; so, I was thinking I could pick you up at eight, and hopefully we’ll be there before them.”

“I’ll be ready,” I promised, and not only was I ready by eight the next morning, but just like I had done on our earlier visit to the site, I was up at the crack of dawn to prepare a hamper with snacks, sandwiches and drinks to carry along with us.

David kept time, arriving at the apartment a few minutes before eight, just as I was packing the hamper of refreshments.

“You’re amazing,” he shook his head in wonder at all I had managed to get done.
“Well, it’s a special day, and I just thought it was worth celebrating,” I smiled up at him with a shrug.

“You’re the one worth celebrating,” he answered softly, and then gave me a tender kiss, before releasing me to pick up Junior and the baby bag, while I picked up the now packed hamper, and after locking up the apartment, we headed down to his car, and moments later, were off.

DAVID

On the day that we were finally breaking ground at Katosi, I went to pick up Julie and Junior from the apartment, and although I was not really surprised that she had gone all out in preparing a literal buffet of refreshments to carry with us to the site, I was impressed.

She acted like it was no big deal, even joking that there were no cafes or restaurants at the site, but I knew she had gone to a lot of effort to prepare it all herself, and that if it were Diane, she would have insisted we pass by a take-away instead.

Then again, it was getting increasingly difficult to read Diane of late; since our last fight, she acted like everything was fine. She spoke to me civilly, although she did not speak much, and we still shared a bed – even though we had not done anything in it since the frenzied sex that had followed our fight.

She also had not brought up the subjects of Julie, my parents, or Katosi again either, though I was certain all three were still on her mind. As long as we were not fighting about them, I was happy not to have to discuss them with her, and to limit our discussions to the children, their homework and school clubs, mundane home requirements, and dinner or weekend plans.

Those simple and safe discussions were how we kept abreast of what was generally going on in each other’s lives, and it was thanks to one of them, the day before we broke ground at Katosi, that I knew she would be spending the morning at the boutique, and the afternoon visiting her parents with the children; so, the coast was clear for me to enjoy the day with Julie and Junior at the site, without worrying about coming up with an explanation of where I had been all day.

DIANE

I knew exactly when they were going to break ground at Katosi, because I overheard David talking about it with his father on the phone.

His father had called as I was heading into our bathroom for a shower the previous night, and feigning disinterest, I had carried on into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the water in the shower, and then quietly hurried back to press one side of my face flat against the door, so I could hear every word spoken in the bedroom.

“Yes, the excavators break ground tomorrow morning, and if the weather holds, we’ll start pouring the first foundations in a few weeks,” I heard him say, and then there was a brief pause, before he continued: “She’ll be coming with me tomorrow, and will be commuting after that until we can get the manager’s quarters done, or at least done enough for her to move in.”

Again, there was that pause, before he went on; “The materials will be in containers that should be arriving on Monday, and all the payments for those have already been made; so, they’re just waiting for us to tell them when to deliver. As soon as the foundations for the manager’s quarters are ready, we’ll make that call.”

I had heard enough, and scurried away from the door, back to the shower. So, David was taking his little whore to the site for the monumental ground-breaking; interesting.

But not as interesting as the fact that her ‘quarters’ were being given top priority, or that she would be going to the site – on her own – during the week.

Now that I knew exactly where to find her – when she would not have David to hide behind – the possibilities were endless, I thought to myself.
My eyes narrowed thoughtfully as I climbed into the shower.

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