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Ever since they moved in together, things started disappearing. Mainly Becky.
She would leave early and come home late. When Dave would ask her where she was going or where she had been all day, she would always reply with "The studio."
But she was as bad a liar as he was. Dave was one of ten people who listened to Becky's radio station. On the days when she was supposedly there, Dave would stay tuned in to the station all day. He would spend all day tearing apart the house looking for something and not once would he hear a peep of music from the station.
Dave waded through the mess he had made on the floor whilst looking for his "old man shoes", hoping he wouldn't lose his phone in all this mess. When they appeared missing, Dave tried to find them by magic but ever since Becky had started disappearing for hours on end, things had become harder to find by magic. He was getting desperate now.
Other things he had lost in the past week-including Balthazar's car keys and his contacts- hadn't been as big of a deal. Balthazar could start his own car without the keys. With moderate difficulty, Dave stumbled to his eye-doctor to get a new pair of lenses. But he absolutely couldn't go anywhere without his rubber-soled shoes.
Why did I even take them off in the first place? He asked as he turned the hamper upside-down, clothes littering the already floor already covered with the contents of Becky's underwear drawer. (He was merely checking to see if she had been playing a trick on him.) Among the articles of clothing, he found his phone. With relief, he picked it up and dialed Becky.
Maybe she knows what happened to them… He hoped frantically.
It went straight to voice-mail. "Hey, this is Becky! Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
"Hey, Becky. It's me. I mean, Dave, I mean… ohh, whatever, why does it matter? Anyway, the point is I… can't find my shoes. You know, the "old man shoes"? And I, uh… kind of need them. Just maybe. So, if you've seen them, call me back, okay? Preferably before Balthazar finds out? Come home soon… but not too soon:" he corrected himself, "the place is a mess. I mean, ohh, I should not have said that, um…listen, Becky, uh-"
He was cut off. He groaned. "Man oh man, what am I gonna tell Balthazar?"
Dave spent four more unsuccessful hours looking for his shoes, two of which he spent looking out window, hoping he would see Becky returning home under the grey sky. Until all the clouds were gone and the sky was as black as the missing shoes, Dave continued to tear the house apart.
The monotony of the past week really worried Dave. Every day would bring the same story; he would wake up and Becky and something else important would be gone. He would call her to ask if she had seen it and she wouldn't answer. (Normally, she kept her phone on.) He would spend a few more hours waiting for her to come home and looking for whatever else had gone missing. When she would finally come home, she would be just as exhausted as Dave from whatever she had been doing.
Dave suspected she was seeing someone else. He didn't want to believe it, but why else would she always use the same pathetic lie? What else could make her come back so exhilarated but so worn-out?
Dave plopped down on the small portion of the sofa that wasn't covered with the pots and pans he'd taken out of the kitchen cabinets. To his relief, the door swung open and in walked Becky, much earlier than usual.
"Becky!" Dave said, immediately getting to his feet and rushing as fast as was humanly possible through the heaps of junk to embrace her.
She was holding a pair of pointed black leather soled shoes. "Looking for these?"