Turning off the water, I make a half-hearted attempt to dry myself and then throw the towel on the floor. Since I'm in the bathroom anyway, I check the wastebasket first. Two used condoms wrapped in toilet paper. Walking naked into the bedroom, I pull back the blanket and check the sheets. They look like they've been used and the damp spot in the middle smells like s*x, or at least p***y. Okay. My imagination just got away from me for a minute. There is a girlfriend.
The ringing of the phone interrupts my thoughts. It's Jeremy. I flip it open and say hello.
"Hi Aunt Sara," Jeremy says excitedly. "I'm almost home and wondered if you were back."
"I'm back," I say guarding my words. I still can't get the suspicion out of my head.
"Shall I come by and tell you about my date?" he asks, whic
