It was an unexpected thing, and caught me a little off-guard. I remembered the place where we had been staying, and I also remembered the other people in the photos. But, in the background of one or two of them was a fuzzed-out man who seemed to resemble King. I figured maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me. I wasn’t really sure I wasn’t just projecting my recent defeat onto every little thing in my life, so I carefully put the photos into my scanner and then enhanced them. The man might have been Robert King, but if it was, he still had hair. And, the way he stood next to Peg made me feel queasy inside. How long had she known this man? The event had been some kind of company picnic my father and Sam had put on for their employees. It was the typical affair, with cornhole and beer and a bunch of boring attempts at fun that we kids always hated. There was a lake with some inner tubes, and a rope swing. Good old-fashioned fun, as they say. It bored all of us, and you could tell, because almost all the kids had their faces buried in their phones, in most of the pictures.
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