Oh, no, no, I was just passing by.”“Come in, I wanted to ask you something, anyway.”I entered reluctantly.“Have a seat,” he indicated the chair opposite him. ”Can you join me for some drinks?”I sat on the edge of the chair, not knowing what to say.He offered me a glass of red wine, then another glass, and still another, until I felt dizzy and floating. I never drank any spirits, so my alcohol intoxication was more intense.“May I ask you something?” he queried, his voice slurred. He must have been a teetotaler too because I sensed he was tipsy, as well. He was half-rats after a few drinks. “Have you ever learned about a secret love affair . . . of a loved one . . . after they have died?” his face was livid with rage. The façade of the complete control he had over his emotions was disintegrating and the chinks were showing.“No . . . ,” I answered, “understanding was slowly dawning on me. Did his dead wife cheat on him, while she was still alive? “My most beloved wife cheated on
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