Page 98 of Mistaken Intention

“Does that mean I’ve discussed my relationships with you before?”

“No.”

I’m confused now. “But I thought you just said…”

“You didn’t have any relationships to discuss,” he says, his smile widening.

“I didn’t?”

“No.”

“But… but I’ve had sex, right? Before yesterday, I mean…”

“Yeah,” he says, making it sound like that’s a foregone conclusion.

“That’s a relief.”

“Why?” His brow furrows.

“Because I knew what to do… with Josie.”

“It wasn’t a memory?”

“No, it was an instinct, but it’s good to know it comes from somewhere.”

He grips the steering wheel again. “Do you have any idea why she might have left?”

“No. I mean, we had a kind of fight yesterday evening.”

“A kind of fight?” he says.

“Yeah.”

“What about? Or was it personal… something you can’t tell me?”

“It wasn’t personal, no. Not in the way you mean. We were talking about photography.”

“Oh?” He flips his head around.

“Yeah. I think I might have been a photographer. Josie wouldn’t confirm it, but I feel at home with a camera in my hand, and it’s another instinct… like I know what I’m doing, and how to do it.”

“I see.” He doesn’t say anything else and I get the feeling he’s not about to give me any more clues, either. “Why were you fighting about that?”

“We weren’t. Josie mentioned that the only photographs she’d ever taken were on her phone, and I asked if I had one.”

“A phone?” he says.

“Yeah.”

He nods his head. “I’ve got it.”

“I know. At least, I know now. Josie told me. She said I couldn’t have it back yet… not until I’ve recovered a bit more.”

“I agree with her,” he says. “After the way you reacted to looking at photographs the other day, I think she made the right call.”

“I know. I can understand that now, but at the time, I got a little frustrated.”

He looks over at me, just briefly. “What did you do?”

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