Chapter 3 WHO'S FRANK

CHAPTER 3: WHO'S FRANK?

'Was that not the name she called out last night?' Trevor reminisced, causing his optimism for a possible reconciliation with his wife to deflate like a punctured balloon.

'Is she cheating on me?' Trevor pondered, as his countenance soured, almost feeling betrayed. He shrugged it off, 'Until caught red handed, I'm not going to imagine the worse.' He tried his best to remain positive, but still, his suspicions were raised.

Coming out of the bathroom, Elizabeth went ahead to apply her skin care products, and lightly applied some make up.

"Going somewhere?" Trevor baffled at why she applied the make up, though lightly. "Yeah, I need to get something from the store, meet up with Mom and Dad and then go see the family of aunt Sally.

"That's quite a schedule for one day. You need me to accompany you?" Trevor asked, already knowing what her answer would be, but he was just being a gentleman.

"Nah. I'm good." She replied abruptly, turning her face from Trevor who was still in bed.

"So, no breakfast?" Trevor asked as he got out of bed, making the bed, but he didn't look at Elizabeth.

She turned a cold shoulders at his question, as though no one had talked.

Trevor chuckled softly, barely audible, as he kept on making the bed. The real Elizabeth began re-emerging, to Trevor's dismay.

Elizabeth got her hand bag and left the house without saying goodbye. Trevor didn't believe the tale of her schedule.

'It was no coincidence that last night she called Frank instead of mine. And it wasn't a coincidence that he called this morning either. She must be going to meet up with him.' Trevor pondered inwardly as he wrapped up making his bed.

Every fiber in his bone urged him to go spy on her, but he refrained from acting on it. A different idea popped up in his head, as he smiled wickedly, like an evil genius. Although he now has some suspicions, he really hoped it'd be debunked.

He took his bath as well, dressing casually with just a grey t-shirt and a blue jean pair of pants, accompanied with a white sneakers. Just when he was done dressing up, he got a call from Paul "Hey Trevor. How's it going?"

"Never been better." Trevor answered elatedly.

"I see you're in good spirits." Paul replied, still unsure of Trevor's claim. "Where are you at?" Paul further enquired.

"I am home. Just had my bath and wanted to go get something to eat." Trevor said, sitting by the edge of his bed.

"Great. Why don't you come on over to my place and we'll have breakfast together. My wife made those delicious pancakes of her's, just the way you like it." Paul offered Trevor, knowing he may not have enough money to spend out there getting something reasonable to eat.

"Alright, I'll head over now. Thanks buddy." Trevor gladly accepted.

It was just a 10 minute commute from Trevor's place of residence to Paul place of residence.

"Uncle Trevor". Michelle, Paul's daughter, ran jubilantly, embracing Trevor right at the entrance of the house. He had just arrived on time, although they purposely delayed breakfast for a bit for the sake of Trevor.

He greeted Paul's wife, taking a seat at the table, as they all said grace, and began digging in. "Mmm mmm mmm. Now this is one tasty pancake." Trevor praised Paul's wife.

"Am glad you like it." She replied smiling. When they were done having breakfast, Michelle and her mother cleared the table.

Trevor and Paul went to the living room.

"So, where did you go?" Trevor wanted to kill his curiosity.

"Really Paul? You can't guess the most probable place I'd go to during such a time?" Trevor said, almost disappointed at Paul.

"Come on Trev. I just wanted to be sure. I know you'd have most likely gone to the beach." Paul said in defense.

"So did you spend the night at home?" He still asked Trevor.

"Of course I did." Trevor frowned a bit.

"Alright Trev, I am just being concerned for you." Paul tried to alleviate his friend's displeasure.

"I know." Trevor said softly. "But anyway, something happened last night."

Paul's attention was pricked. "What is it?"

"Elizabeth and I had sex last night." Paul raised his eyebrows in surprise and confusion. "How in the world did that happen, seeing the events that transpired between the both of you yesterday? What a nerve."

"But she's the one who made the move on me." Trevor continued. "But something else happened."

"Dude, am all ears." Paul's interest was further pricked. "We had sex, she called out a name, Frank. It got me thinking, but I shrugged off the thought, just assuming it was a slip of tongue. But this morning, she got a call. Guess who called?"

"Frank?" Paul replied, a bit unsure, squinting his eyes.

"Yep. Frank." Trevor confirmed.

"Damn Trev! Does this mean she's having an affair?" Paul said disappointed, but within him, he wasn't so surprised. He only felt bad for his friend.

"Well, that's what I've got to find out." Trevor frowned, with a gloomy demeanor.

"So what do you plan to do?" Paul looked intently at Trevor.

Trevor humphed, softly stroking his beard. "I wouldn't want to raise suspicion, so stalking her is out of the question, or should I?" Trevor contemplated. "No, I won't." He refused, choosing to act on his previous idea.

"So, if you're choosing not to stalk her, how are you going to find out about her possible infidelity? How do you intend to pull this off?" Paul adjusted himself, scooching into his couch to get more comfortable.

"I'll pretend to leave town, fabricating a lie that I was called for an out of state job, with Mr Greasly, and would be gone for two to three days as the case may be, but I'll just be staying at your place. But I'll place hidden cameras at strategic places in the bedroom and living room. If she's cheating on me, she won't resist inviting Frank, or whoever that is, over." Trevor leaned into the couch he sat on, feeling confident about his plan.