I was at a party with my best friend. We sang the song The piano man, and were having a great time. Shortly afterward, this guy came up to me, he said oh binah that was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, you and she singing like that. Can you go get that tape? I want to hear it again. Sure I said, where is it? Downstairs.
I cheerfully went downstairs to retreive the tape, only to find my friend in bed with my ex. An ex i was still in love with.
I couldn't see her, but with a sick feeling I knew who it was hiding under the covers. I called her out. I remember giving her some time to gather herself, then approached her. I had to know, I had to ask, "Why?" Why him of all people? "Why?" She looked me in the eye and said, "I did it because you made me so curious about him."
I turned, walked away, up the stairs, through the living room out the front door, down some concrete steps, into the night air. I was enveloped by blackness. I don't even know how I got home.
Funny, it wasn't until d. told me I made him do it (punch me in the face), that I remembered this incident with my girl friend of so long ago.
I never spoke to her about it, or if I did, I can't remember.
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