CopyCat Cafe: What To Do.

Continues from here.

There I was standing in my own kitchen, Tom was by my side and we were nearly finished cooking dinner. Tom had just finished pouring wine into two glasses and I was leaning against the bench holding Simon’s phone, which had obviously fallen out of his pocket when he was on the floor.

It had been a crappy afternoon. Simon had visited the cafe and been very forceful in the way he’d demanded to talk to me and the only way I could get him to leave was to threaten to call the police. Then the showed up at home, let himself in a door that I forgot to lock and met me in the bathroom as I was getting out of the shower. To add insult to injury the bastard pushed me up against the bench and attempted to have his way with me, I don’t know how far he’d have gone had Tom not walked in and I kneed him in the balls but thankfully he didn’t get the chance.

“Do you think I should check it for photos?” I asked Tom without thinking.

“What sort photos? Photos of his family?”

I wasn’t sure if Tom was being deliberately naive to avoid having the discussion, because lets face it talking to your girl friend about the possibility of naked photos of her on someone elses phone can’t be the sort of conversation too many people want to have, or if he didn’t know what I was talking about. Then I remembered, I hadn’t told Tom about the photo of me in the box Simon’s wife had sent, therefore his comment may have actually been innocent enough.

I looked Tom directly in the eye and said, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what.” Tom asked.

“I’m sorry for ruining dinner but I want to tell you something. I need to tell you something.”

“Tell me what?” he asked. I could see the look in his eyes, it was the scared look of a person thinking they were about to get the worse news of their life.

“Oh no, not that. I promise you it’s not that. Please, how about I just plate dinner and we can talk about it while we eat?”

I could see Tom was still hesitant and that he was worried about what I was saying but he agreed and I plated up our food. When we sat down at the table I started to talk between mouthfuls.

“Do you remember that box you shifted into the house the other day?” I knew he’d remember it but I wasn’t sure how else to start the conversation.


“I’m sure you think you know who it was from.” He nodded again and I took a mouthful of food, which despite out good food was tasteless. “ Well you’re not quite right, it was from his wife. I’m not going to go into details about what was inside that box other than to say what was there was inappropriate and only done to make me react.”

Tom was listening and eating but I could tell he wanted to say something, however I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it, then he spoke as I put another mouthful of food into my mouth.

“Is this something I should be worried about?”

“No.” I was trying to convince myself as much as Tom. “Okay, look, the box had a few adult items in it, not the kinds of things that I want to talk about because of who they were from not what they were.”

“Okay, that’s fair enough.”

“The thing is there was a photo of me in that box.” I started.

“Honestly Kat you don’t have to tell me this.” he said.

“No, I want to, at least about this bit.” I took a sip of wine. “The photo wasn’t explicit, it wasn’t even that bad, all that it showed was a bit of boob, but it was taken without my knowledge and the first I knew about it was when I opened the box. I’m still not sure whether I should be more annoyed that he took it or that she got hold if it.”

“I can’t imagine what you must have been going through, but I totally understand why you didn’t want to tell me. I am also very honored that you trusted me enough to tell me now.” Tom replied. “if it makes you feel any easier I promise I want judge you for the actions of others or tell anyone what you tell me.”

“Tom, you are the sweetest man. Thank you for being so understanding,” he nodded before continued. “The thing is when I saw his phone my first thought was to check it for other photos he might have taken.”

“You think he might have taken other photos of you.” Tom asked.

“It crossed my mind. I don’t know how long I was in the shower before I saw him.”

“Oh I didn’t think even think of that when you told me what happened.”

To be honest it hadn’t crossed my mind until I saw Simon’s phone on the floor either. Maybe I was more concerned about the person I didn’t want was in my house. Maybe it was that I was more annoyed about Simon thinking what he was doing was ok. Whatever the reasons were my mind hadn’t considered that Simon had been taking photos.

Even when I tried to remember back to the scene I couldn’t picture whether Simon had his phone out, was hiding his hands, or even shuffling his phone into his pocket, and that annoyed me the most. It was also the major reason I found myself thinking as soon as I saw the phone that I should check it for photos.

As I said before I wasn’t really tasting dinner but by the time I was finished telling Tom my story I was nearly finished what was on my plate. Tom who had been doing more listening than talking was finished.

“So what are you going to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I want to check it, but I don’t know if I should.”

“As far as I am concerned, and I’m not judging you here, but I think that you have every right to check that damn thing. He left it here, even if he didn’t know. How are you to know whose phone it is without checking it?”

“It’s kind of obvious whose it is.” I replied.

“Okay let me put it this way.” Tom took a breath. “Say you gave it back without checking it and then next thing you know there was pictures of you in the shower on the Internet?”

I was about to argue that Simon wouldn’t betray me like that, but then I realized that the past few days had proven I really didn’t know Simon like I thought, and no matter how hypothetical Tom’s idea was it was possible.

“I guess you are right.”

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