For some time now Clarice had suspected that not everything was right with hubby. Ramon had been in a bad mood for several weeks. He was working too hard. Every night this week he had come home late. He said he was “burdened with work”. Somehow for Clarice the story didn’t sit right.
“I suspect he’s having an affair,” thought Clarice. “That sprightly, lithe office assistant called Monica is the likeliest candidate to attract Ramon’s attention.”
Clarice searched online for a company that did private detective work. There it was! It was specific: “We specialize in investigating your spouse.” It was exactly what Clarice wanted. She phoned. They arranged to meet. Max wasn’t at all what she had expected. She had expected a tweedy little man with a monocle; well not exactly a monocle but at least horned-rimmed glasses. Max wasn’t any of that.
Anyway, that was months ago. Clarice no longer needs to have husband Ramon investigated as she’s moved in with Max.
And that’s the way it goes when it goes that way.
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It takes two to tango.
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The so-called detective agency was a tinder box of sorts, but that is besides the point. Clarice’s suspicion was a projection of her own latent infidelity.
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Yes – as I mentioned to Herb: It takes two to tango!
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Anything to get the job done.
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Same here….
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She left her husband for a man who doesn’t even wear a monocle? Ridiculous.
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Silly people seem to appear willy-nilly out of the woodwork.
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