’ He was silent for a long moment, gazing at the statue. ‘Damn, I would love to have known the artist and his model. She was certainly beautiful.... Thirty-five hundred years later and she still exudes sensuality, and restrained passion. Don’t mind telling you, kid, looking at her makes me want to go home and jump the wife. Think I will, in fact. See you tomorrow.’ The chief curator turned and walked out of the room, giving Deon a wave. He turned in the doorway. ‘The Met sent along cleaning. She is the only thing, the only person, that makes him feel good. Really, really, really good. He takes her last letter out and reads it again, especially the words, "I love you Jeremy" over and over. It makes tears burn his eyes and he blinks them back. The ink has run in a spot, as if Candy was crying herself when she wrote it. But how could that be? He is confused by the letter, in that it mentions this school dance where they throw together the boys from the Gilman school with the girls. Ally is white, married, in her 30s, and this definitely wasn't her husband.The next time I had the chance I asked her, "So who was the black guy that picked you up on Friday?" My weekend date."She saw the look on my face. "My husband got me into seeing him on weekends when he's not home."She saw that this needed far more of an explanation. "My husband likes to spend some weekends with guys at the lake . They fish, hunt, talk business, and stuff." I'm invited, but it's totally a guy-thing so my. I lay on my king size bed in my barely knee high silk purple nightie scrolling up on my iPhone. Deal after deal, discount after discount, on toilet paper and toothbrush heads. I lay wondering to myself, “Who buys toilet paper for Christmas?”At 22 years old I had recently moved out. I lived in a small 3 bed new build on an estate that popped up from nowhere. I wanted the space and independence and splashed out as soon as I could to get on to the housing ladder. Memories of moans from my parents.