|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
The Missing Groom - 4
"So Miss Foster, why are you here?" I asked her.
"How in this world did you know?" She asked.
"You both have the same eyes" I replied frankly.
She laughed and took out something from her purse.
I called up my clients, case solved. Meet me at my office the next day. I have all the answers.
They came running up. I asked the chef for three daily-specials. The girls were in for a shock. Better to delay the shock for some time.
It's show-time. I placed the pictures of the Ray and the girl on the table. I asked each one of them to give a confirmation on Ray.
"The other picture is of the girl whom I saw meeting Ray. Does anyone of you recognize her? Has any of you seen Ray meeting her?", I asked. All heads shook in negative.
"Ok, let’s remove her sunglasses and her hat. Now?" I gave them a new picture.
The room filled up with shouts and shrieks. Of course, everyone recognized her now.
She was Dan. She was Louis. She was Vince. She was Albert. She was Ray.
Amid the din, Agnes shouted, "Why?"
"Just a stupid bet with her sister, but for real money. The stakes went higher with each new girl. They are daughters of some rich tycoon and were apparently bored in life. So this stupid bet."
“I want you to join me and some friends on a cruise, just a thank-you for not revealing our antics to the police or to our father." She said.
“Oh, that was easy, the all expenses paid trip to Bahamas for the girls was a nice gesture on your sister’s part.” The 3 week trip did good to the girls, had to do good, it was part of the settlement, I asked for.
"And here’s an invitation to my sister's marriage, don't worry, as a girl this time. She is getting married on the cruise and wanted you to come to her real wedding.” She handed me the card and smiled sweetly.
"I'll be glad to come. I am retired now and bored these days as well." I winked at her.
finally finished
Thanks to all my friends for bearing with a story in a split format and providing encouragement. I hope it was as much fun reading for you as it was writing for me. Special thanks to Preeti Bose for reminding me “Khaali dimaag, shaitaan kaa ghar”. (Empty head, devil’s workshop)
The good, the bad and the ugly comments are all welcome. :)
|
|
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|