Her: I said .... Do you have a lover?
Me: Of course not. What makes you ask that?
Her: Because you honestly don't expect me to believe this "I'm flying off to Bishkek" thing. I have never even heard of Bishkek. It sounds imaginary to me. I think you're flying to the South of France to meet a lover.
Me: (Bursts out laughing.)
Her: Where's your suitcase?
Me: Right over there.
Her: Mmhmm, I bet it's stuffed with La Perla lingerie.
Her: (Marches over to suitcase and flips open the top. Stares dolefully at the black sheepskin boots and Isotoner gloves with their tags still on.)
Her: No, I mean, where's your real suitcase? Not this pretend one.
Me: (More laughter)
Her: (Sinks wearily into a chair). Listen, if you are planning on using me as an alibi, you are going to have to give me a few more details about this supposed Bishkek place. I am not known for my vivid imagination -- I can't just be expected to make this stuff up on the spot when your husband calls me.
Beautiful images of Kyrgyzstan by DRawlinson