Twenty Percent

“You stay in a motel recently?”

“What?”

“Your pen.”

He looked down and saw the logo along the barrel.

“Pens travel,” he said. “I could have picked it up anywhere. Why are you so interested?”

“Just surprised. Maybe you aren’t quite as boring as I thought. “

“Thanks.”

The waiter arrived and took the bill away.

“Are you having an affair?”

“What did you say?”

He made to rise from his chair, his jaw clenched.

“Calm down. I’m joking.”

“It was out of line.”

Their wives came back from the washroom. He hurried to put the pen in his pocket.

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