To say the least, it captures the unsettling tone ofThe Wife Between Uspretty well.
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My stomach has settled but theres still a dull ache between my temples.
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Lisa, a salesperson from the shoe department, is sitting on the couch, nibbling a sandwich.
She is in her 20s, blond and pretty in a wholesome way.
I pull my gaze away.
One of my psychology podcasts featured the Baader-Mainhof Phenomenon.
Frequency illusion, its also called.
Young, blond women are surrounding me now.
When I came into work this morning, one was trying on lipstick at the Laura Mercier counter.
Another was touching fabrics in the Ralph Lauren section.
Lisa raises her sandwich for a bite and I see the ring gleaming on her left hand.
Richard and his fiance are getting married so quickly.
She cant possibly be pregnant, can she?
I need to see her today.
I need to know for certain.
She lives not too far away from where I stand right now.
Other people are harder to track.
you’re able to learn other details by watching.
He was carrying a bouquet of white roses and a bottle of wine.
I left dinner for you, I said.
Should I heat it up?
They say the wife is always the last to know.
I just chose to look the other way.
I never dreamed it would last.
My regret is an open wound.
She tosses the remains in the trash, sneaking glances at me.
Her forehead is creased.
I have no idea how long Ive been staring.
I exit the break room, and for the rest of my shift, I greet customers pleasantly.
I nod and give an opinion when asked about the suitability of dresses and suits.
All the while, I bide my time, knowing Ill soon be able to satisfy my growing need.
When at last I can leave, I find myself being pulled back to her apartment.
