I have just received an envelope from the detective agency. They have sent me some photographs. They are the photographs of my wife and her activities in last one week. The agency has found out that my wife visits Mrs Lawrence everyday. Do you remember Mrs Lawrence? She is the old lady I visit every weekend. This is pretty surprising. I wonder why in the world is my wife visiting Mrs Lawrence. She has never liked the old lady much. She always says that the old lady is the most interfering and fussy person she has ever met.

She has always turned down my suggestion of her visiting Mrs Lawrence with me. Now she is visiting herself all alone. What could be the matter? And more surprising is the fact that Mrs Lawrence didn’t tell me a thing about it when I visited her last week. She even remarked that I was looking worried but she didn’t breathe a word about my wife. This is really very strange.

I am very curious now. I want to know what’s cooking between the two women. What are they upto? What’s the point in doing everything so secretively? If my wife wanted to visit the old lady; then she could have simply told me about it. She need not have lied to me about attending the salsa classes. I am sure there is more to it than what meets the eye.

I even enquired from the detective agency people. They assured me that no one visits the house apart from my wife. The old lady lives by herself. They couldn’t gather more information because the lady hardly ever chats with her neighbours and all the windows in her house are always closed. My wife stays with the lady for an hour everyday and leaves quietly.

I am getting really curious about it.  I have decided to check this out myself. I have a feeling that even my sister knows something about the matter. The way she called me crazy seems fishy. They are all into it together and they are not telling me anything about it. This is absolutely wrong. Why are they leaving me behind?

So today I am following my wife and this time I will not wear an overcoat. There is no point acting like Sherlock Holmes when I am not one.

Let me take your leave now. Please take care. Bye.

The ‘common man’ followed his wife and reached Mrs lawrence’s house. He tried hard but could not understand a single word by putting his ear next to the door. The door opened and the common man found himself face to face with his wife who was for heaven’s sake smiling at him.