I walked through the house in a daze and went out into the back yard again. I needed to try and eat something to settle my stomach and get my nerves under control while I waited for Susan to return. I was at the food table trying to decide what foods my stomach could handle when I heard a voice behind me. It took me a minute to realize the voice was directed at me. When I turned around I found Mr. Dyson standing behind me.
"I see you finally made it, Mark," he said. "Where is that lovely wife of yours? I saw her here earlier."
"I don't know," I said. "I haven't been able to find her."
"Did you try calling her? I know she had her cell phone with her."
"I forgot my phone so I wasn't able to call her."
Mr. Dyson pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to me and said, "Here, use mine."
I wondered why I hadn't thought to just ask someone if I could borrow their phone. I punched in Susan's number and waited nervously for it to begin ringing. I wondered where she was and what I would say to her when she answered, if she answered.
Susan answered on the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Susan, where are you?"
"I am at Dyson's where are you?"
"I am here in the back yard but I don't see you." I said.
Then I saw her as she stepped out from behind a large oak tree about a hundred feet away from me.
You cannot believe the relief I felt when I saw her. I handed Mr. Dyson his phone and headed back to where Susan was waiting. When I got there I found that she had been sitting with two of the girls she works with and their husbands and to my great relief there was no sign of Fred. I couldn't believe that I had completely missed Susan sitting behind the big oak tree with her friends. If I had only had my phone with me I could have saved myself a lot of distress.
"I didn't see your car out front when I got here," I said.
"Brenda gave me a ride. She called me to ask when we were coming to the party and I told her that you were working and that I was going to come by myself and that you were going to meet me here. She said that she could give me a ride out here so we wouldn't have to go home in separate cars."
"That was nice of her," I said. "Now let's get a drink and something to eat."
I was suddenly feeling much better but Susan seemed a little uneasy. I asked her if she was all right and she said she had a bit of a headache. An hour later Susan seemed to be feeling much better and we had a good time during the rest of the party.
On the ride home I started thinking about how I had felt when I thought Susan might have gone off with Fred and I felt my stomach start to tighten again. Then I remembered being told that Susan was seen talking to Fred at the party and began to wonder about the blond that was seen leaving the party with Fred.
Could it have been Susan? Had she gone somewhere with him and returned before I got to the party? I was starting to make myself crazy. How was I going to find out without causing an argument? I had to know.
I waited until we were home before I carefully broached the subject.
"Did anything interesting happen at the party before I got there?" I said.
"No. I just walked around talking to people for a while and then I sat with Carol and Janice and their husbands.
"I didn't see Fred at the party. Was he there?" I asked.
"Yes, but he left before you got there. Why are you asking me about him?"
I was torn. I was angry with myself for even entertaining such suspicions but I was driven to pursue the answers to the questions that had been on my mind every since I had arrived at the party and couldn't find Susan. I had been trying very hard to act like I was only interested in what had gone on at the party but my next statement gave away my real intent.
"I was just surprised that I didn't find Fred at the party talking to you. That is where I usually find him if I leave you alone for a few minutes."
As soon as I said it I wanted to bite my tongue. I waited for Susan's angry reaction but it didn't come.
"I saw him right after I got to the party and we talked for a while."
There was something about the way she looked at me when she made that last comment that bothered me. It wasn't guilt that I saw. It was more a look of sadness.
"Really?" I asked.
Susan's expression quickly changed and she laughed at me and said, "Really. I sense that there is something still bothering you that you are not telling me. You are not still worried that Fred is trying to seduce me are you?"
There was no anger in her voice as she spoke. It was more like she was laughing at me but then I saw that sadness again. What the hell was that?
"Mark, why don't you tell me what's really on your mind," she said, "
"I'd rather not," I said, "I am ashamed of myself for what I thought."
"Now you have to tell me," Susan said. "I am not letting you get away with a statement like that and not tell me everything."