"He didn't really say where he was going. He, uh, he was pretty upset when he left. He and Patty kind of had a fight." Collette figured that would be enough information for the situation, at this point anyway."Collette, could you put Patty on the phone please?" I don't know, Mrs. Taylor - she's still pretty upset too." I'm sorry to hear that Collette, but I'd like to understand just how upset Bobby is." He was pretty upset." Well do you think he was okay to ride his bike all the way back here safely?" Barbara demanded.Collette turned and looked out the window, as if to assess the safety of the world outside. As she did, she spotted Bobby's bike helmet lying on the front lawn. "Oh shit," she breathed."What!?" Barbara practically yelled into the phone."He left his helmet here. He didn't put it back on when he left," said Collette in a small voice.Barbara sat silently for a moment, thinking furiously. "Okay. What time did he leave there?" About 6:00 I think." It was now 8:00. Barb. Scarlet padded benches that lined its perimeter, only a short while ago laden with guests in all their finery. Now they were empty. A large chandelier burned brightly overhead, each of the hundreds of pieces of sparkling crystal hanging silently as though frozen in time. To the left and right, two wide curving stairways led to the balcony and restrooms.He climbed the stairs on the right, eager to find his wife, but fearing what may lie ahead. The carpet accepted each footstep, collapsing just enough under his weight, then rebounding, as if impatient to send him on his way. At the top of the stairs, an empty foyer greeted him, silent as a tomb. After pacing in front of the ladies room, he entered cautiously, glanced quickly left and right, only to find it empty. After a hasty retreat, he crossed to the men's room and entered."Good evening, sir."The tuxedoed man standing a mere two feet to his right stood straight and still as a statue. His face was pale and as translucent as tissue.
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