you stared at the phone after you hung up. a woman called, asking for you fiancee, marlon brando. she couldn't meet him tonight, but she was free tomorrow. rita, was her name. she seemed sweet. she didn't know about you.

you slowly walked to the room of your bedroom. the one you shared with marlon. the one that you wondered if he had brought that girl into. the imagine of another woman laying on the bed sent a trail of ice down your spine. how long has it been going on for? the entire relationship?

this time, you didn't knock before entering. you slowly twisted the knob and pushed opened the door. marlon was standing in front of the mirror, fixing his tie. he had told you he had a work thing - some sort of meeting with a producer for a new film.

"what's the matter with you?" marlon asked you, "did you see a ghost? you're so pale. who was calling?"

"she won't be able to see you tonight..." were you supposed to tell him or were you supposed to drop a hint? do you ignore it?