“Check this out.” Elvira showed me a photo on her cell. I froze when I saw it. It was a photo of Markus and a young woman. “Do you recognize the man in the photo?”
“It’s-it’s Mr. Adelmann.”
“Yes. Doesn’t he look hot and much younger?”
“Who’s that with him?”
“Madeline’s friend, Eliška.” Madeline was Elvira’s older sister.
“Yes, she’s from Prague like Eliška Junková-Khásová, the Czech automobile racer. It’s her 120th birthday today, you know. She was one of the greatest female drivers in Grand Prix motor racing history, and the first woman to win a Grand Prix event–“
“How recent is that photo?”
“It was taken back in 2016.”
“Where did you find it?”
“Madeline just sent it to me out of the blue.”
“Why would she do that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe she was going through some old photos and she came across this one and sent it to me.”
“How long were Mr. Adelmann and Eliška dating?”
“I think about two or three years.”
“Did he break up with her or did she break up with him?”
“I asked Madeline the same question and she said that he broke up with Eliška.”
“Did-did she say why?”
“Apparently he wasn’t that into her. Madeline said that if a guy doesn’t feel a certain way about you and feels like you’re way more into him than he’s into you, he’s probably going to end things. That sucks. I don’t know what I would do if the guy I was dating wasn’t that into me.”
I stared at the photo. Neither of them was smiling. He had his hand on her thigh and she was holding his fingers. I wondered whose bedroom they were in and who took the photo. “So, where’s Eliška now?”
“In London. That’s where they met and I guess where this photo was taken.”
I grabbed my satchel and stood up. “We’d better go in now or we’ll be late.”
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m all right. Just a bit tired. I was up late last night finishing an assignment which I have to hand in today.” That was actually true. I planned to turn in early tonight.
Of course, for the entire time I was in my English class, I was distracted. I couldn’t stop thinking about the photo–of Markus and his ex. I wished Elvira hadn’t shown it to me or told me why their relationship had ended. I knew I was probably being foolish but, I couldn’t fight the fear that he might decide that he wasn’t that into me too and break up with me although that didn’t seem likely. Our lovemaking was as explosive as ever. I trembled as I remembered what happened last night when we were at his place.
I had gone into the kitchen to get a glass of water when he came in. He took the glass from my hand, put it on the counter, took my hand and led me over to the kitchen island. He pulled down my skirt and underwear, hoisted me up onto the top of the island, opened his robe, pulled me to the edge, parted my legs and–
The peal of the school bell jolted me out of my reverie and I quickly shoved my books into my satchel and rushed out of the classroom and to my next class.