The next morning, I got a call from John:
Shit, what if he remembers that he saw me snooping last night? I picked up the phone and acted like nothing was wrong.
“Morning handsome”, I play the role.
“Hi, why are you in such a good mood this morning?” he asks.
“I guess I slept well last night. Thanks for dinner, it was really good.” I continued the charade.
“What happened last night? I woke up in my bed, but I can’t remember saying goodbye or going to my room?” he asks.
“You were really tired and passed out on the couch and I made sure you got to bed.” I explained.
“O, alright then. What are your plans for the day?” he asks.
“I’m going to visit my children a bit later. But other than that, I don’t have much going on. Maybe we can do something this weekend”, I suggest, knowing that he
