Love Detective - Arab Strap

We slept in this morning and she had to get ready in a hurry — no time for her

usual attention to detail — and she ran out the door, slamming it behind her,

leaving her keys swinging and janglin

Stayed in bed until I heard the downstairs door shut, then peeked through the

blinds and as soon as she was out of sight, I went for the keys.

she never tried to make a secret of the box or the

It was locked or even where she kept it.

but as I said at the time — «if youve nothing to hide, why hide it?

«Its one of those wee red cashbox things and she keeps it in a drawer by the bed,

under some pictures and books.

every key she has is on the same keyring — it took me a while to find the right o Dont know, I suppose Ive had my doubts for a while.

theres been hushed

phone-calls virtually every night, her friends stop talking when I come in the

room and they look at each other, and i Know, its just a feeling.

anyway, I eventually found the right key and it fitted perfectly in. I put the box on top of the bed and opened it up…

There were these pictures of friends and exs, letters, postcards, doodles,

nothing bad — and then I found some sort of sex diary and I went to the latest

entry.

it explicity detailed a recent a Ure up the park with a boy she said she had forgotten about…

And it got worse as it went on.

the dates never made sense, there were people I had never even heard of.

eventually I had to stop reading it because I started

to feel sick.

so I put everything b He way I found it, shut the drawer and phoned you.

see, I dont know what to do.

I keep having fantasies about leaving her dictaphone under the pillow or following her when she goes to work.

iv N lying about where Im going, just in case I can bump into her.