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Whose Shoes Are They?
by Lucia He

It was almost 11 o'clock and Mr. Smith had to go to the public toilet because there was no running water in his building. On going out, he left the door open, for he knew the door always made too much noise when locked and unlocked. It took about half an hour for him to return from the toilet. When he returned, he went directly to his bedroom. What did he see? He saw a pair of large leather shoes by the bed!

“Whose shoes are they? They are very large. They must belong to a man,” he said to himself.

Suddenly, a strange idea came into his mind.

“Is my wife unfaithful?” he wondered. “Has she got a new lover?”

In order to find out the truth, he made a clever plan. He quietly put the shoes under the bed so as not to wake his wife. Above all, he didn't want to make his plan known to her before he could resolve matters. Then he began to search every room for the shoes' owner.

Just then, his wife woke up and said, “Oh, my dear, what are you doing?”

“I am walking up and down the room,” he answered. “You know, a little movement can do me a lot of good at night.”

Soon his wife went back to sleep. He continued his great work. He had looked in every corner of the flat, but there was no stranger. He could do nothing but go to bed. While lying in bed, he couldn’t get to sleep. He thought a lot about his wife. They had lived together for about 10 years, and she had always worked hard for the family. No one had said anything bad about her. There was no doubt that she was a good wife.

“Oh no, Smith, you can't trust her all the time. Everything is changing and so is she,” he said to himself. “Tomorrow I am sure I will catch her. I will or else!”

The next morning Mrs. Smith got up early, as usual. After she arose, she cleaned the rooms and then prepared breakfast for the family. After breakfast, she went to work by bike. But Mr. Smith didn’t go to work that morning. As soon as she left, he began to think about the shoes again, smoking one cigarette after another.

“Whose shoes are they?” he murmured to himself. “What does the man look like? When she comes back, I must pursuade her to let the cat out of the bag.”

Just then there was a knock at the door. He stood up and went to answer it. He opened the door and it was Mr. Brown, who lived in the flat next door, so he asked him in.

“I am terribly sorry,” he said, “last night I drank too much. I came back and entered your home. I kicked off my shoes and climbed into the bed. While in bed, I looked up at the ceiling .To my great surprise, I found it was very different from my own. Then I turned onto my side and found the woman lying beside me was not my wife. So I threw myself out of the bed and rushed out, leaving my shoes in your room.”

Having heard all that, Mr. Smith said, “It doesn’t matter,” and he gave back the shoes.

When Mr. Brown left, Mr. Smith sat down in his armchair, saying to himself, “Smith, you have almost wronged your wife. You mustn’t take everything for granted in future!”