There is a man who goes in to the coffee shop i'm working for everyday. I guess he's gone there for years because everyone seems to know him. But lately, everyone has been asking him where his wife has been. And he always has an excuse:
"She's at work"
"She's takin' the day off"
"She's not feeling well"
"I'm on my way to pick her up now"
He's older, mid to late sixties i'd say? A few liver spots to compliment his face and arms and these tiny glasses that sit perfectly at the top of his nose. He's very polite, very kind and talkative and also very unsettling.
Everyday for the past two weeks, i've heard every excuse possible as to his wife's absence.
I've come to my own set of conclusions:
-death
-murder
-divorce
-Alzheimer's
He's shady on the topic and cleverly talks about what she does at her job but not about her.
Working at a coffee shop, you'll see the same people everyday throughout the day so it's no surprise to see him come in later in the afternoon.
Just last week, he came in around noon for a refill and a co-worker asked him where his wife was... again.
"Oh, she was with me this morning."
She and i had both worked the morning shift and the man was minus one.
"I was here this morning, remember?" She smiled but i knew she was thinking the same thing "LIIIAAARRRR"
"Oh, well, maybe she was in the car... i don't really remember.."
Well guess what? I remember him saying she was at work that morning and would be sure to tell her the girls at the coffee shop said "hello."
So, i ask; "Who is Linda and what happened to her?"
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