Page 138 of That Last Summer


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“You, with Carolina.”

“And what did you see, exactly?”

“You. With her. Are you deaf?”

“I heard you and I repeat: what did you see?”

“You were holding each other.”

“Uh-huh. Yes. I remember. I remember every fucking minute from that day. My brother had just left her, and she came to me for comfort.”

“Well, you did a great job.”

“I guess so, yeah.”

“And you say it like that?”

“What the hell do you want me to say?”

“You could start by explaining yourself but if that’s your way of comforting people, I have nothing else to add. My fault, for being so damn stupid and thinking that we were exclusive when it came to sex.”

“Explain myself about what? What are you talking about?”

Without looking at him, I walk over to the living room table and take my cell phone out of my bag.

“I still have the photo. God, I still have it. I’ve never been able to delete that email,” I explain as I scroll.

“What photo?” he asks, coming up behind me.

“This one.” I show him the image without looking at it.

“What the hell is this?” He grabs the phone out of my hand.

“Take your time.”

He stares at it for a few seconds, his gaze dancing between the image and my eyes. Then, he speaks. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck,” I mimic him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Alex has his hands up, on his head, and paces around the room, swearing. “Where did you get it?” he asks, looking at me again.

“From her cell phone.”

“Carolina’s cell phone?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“It was on the garden table that day, next to her bag. You were inside, in the living room, near the window.”

Alex hands me the phone, lost in thought.

“You have nothing to say?” I ask. I’m taken aback by his behavior. He’s acting weird, kind of... out of it. He probably freaked out, seeing that picture. He wasn’t expecting it. Maybe he thought there was no proof. Well, life always surprises you.

“Yeah, just one thing, so there’s no doubt—did you leave because you saw me having sex with Carolina?”

“I had a hard time having lunch with my family; I felt terrible about our fight. And of course I wasn’t going to sleep there, so I came home before lunch was even over. I needed to make things up with you. Hugo thought I could bring you Mom’s crème caramel because you loved it and—”

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