Cynth.”
“David... I think Sophie has a boyfriend?”
“What?”
“Careful David. You seem a little jealous.”
“I’m not... Honest, just... she kept that quiet.”
Cynthia felt unconvinced by his straight face. “You’re married to me.” She poked David on his arm while continuing to glare at him. “Remember.”
“Stop being like that.”
“You know I have a point.”
“We’ve just come back from a two day stay at a luxury spa.” David did his best to speak with authority. “Do you think that I like spas? No. But I went for you, to show you how much you mean to me.”
“David...”Cynthia felt herself choke. “I just get jealous, because since I had Zach, I don’t look like the young woman I was. I’m turning into my mother.”” She felt powerless to quell the raw emotion which sat just below the surface. “Things just don’t feel or look the same.”
“But I always thought your mother was sexy.”
“Shut up, David.” Cynthia threw her head backwards on the backrest “I’m sorry. I just don’t like the way you look at Sophie... Because it’s the way you used to look at me.”
“Cynth... come on.”
“The way you acted shocked when I said she had a date... it confirmed my doubts.”
“I’ve never touched her. OK. I can’t lie. She is attractive, but I’ve built a life with you... not her.”
Cynthia caught a tear in the tissue she held below her eye. “I don’t think I can believe you anymore.”
“Look. Let’s go out. Me and you.”
“No. I want to go to bed. Alone.”
“Please, come with me.” David placed a hand on Cynthia’s lap. “Just to talk. It scares me when you say such things, hurts me.”
“Hurt you? Your lack of interest in me doesn’t just hurt me, it kills me. Every single day.”
“I’ll take you to the piano bar.” David took Cynthia’s hand and squeezed her hand. “I’ll ask the pianist to play your favourite songs, while me and you talk about what’s gone wrong. Is that fair?” He stared deeply into her eyes, reminding himself of the first time they kissed. “Give me an hour to save our relationship.”
“You have an hour to prove me wrong.”
--
The pianist played an Elton John ballad while David stared across a candle lit table at Cynthia. He felt his heart wilt at seeing the sadness in her tired eyes. “How can I make you feel better? Name it, I’ll do it.”
“It’s quite simple.”
“Good. What is it?”
Cynthia glanced away, deciding to stare at the paved floor of the terrace instead. “I’m just not comfortable with Sophie.”
“I’ve told you.”
“I found money.”
“Money?”
Cynthia finally met David’s eyes. “$200.”
“Two... where?”
“In Zach’s room.”
“Oh.”
Despite only being lit by little more than the candle light, Cynthia could see David’s ashen face. “I suppose you’re going to tell me that you know nothing about it.”
“I don’t.”
“You’re not paying the slut to sleep with her... are you?”
David choked on his beer, then spat it back into his glass. “Cynthia, please.”
“Just send her on her way.”
“OK. If I must. But it’s a delicate time for her, with her exam and all.”
Cynthia let out a sigh. She had long grown tired of David’s excuses for Sophie. “Here we go.”
“It’s true. You know that.”
“Listen. In return for Sophie leaving, I’m willing to pay her a severance fee. Enough to get her over the exams... see, I’m not a total bitch, am I?”
“I never said you were. Did I?” David took a swing from his glass of beer. “OK. Am I the one...”
“Yes David.”
“Oh. So when...”
“When you next see her.”
“Cynthia.” David felt afraid by Cynthia’s cold stare. “OK”
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Dressed in a flowery summer dress Sophie gracefully descended the staircase that landed in the centre of to the sushi restaurant. David stood at the foot of the stairs. “Nice to see you, David.”
“As always, Sophie... it’s a