Wordle #1061 – PINCH
I don’t answer right away. I want to push back, to protest that our marriage isn’t relevant, to steer the conversation back in Bree’s direction.
But I know that my relationship with Roy is more than relevant to the charges leveled against me—it’s the crux. With no hard evidence before today, Palumbo must have built his case around my supposed motive to kill Roy…
I sigh.
“Well, I met Roy about nine years ago. It’s a funny story, actually. I was trying to find parking at San Pedro Square Market when—"
“I don’t need to hear the whole meet-cute.” Aparna stops scribbling notes to pinch the bridge of her nose. “Just dates are fine for now.”
“Okay…” I bristle a little. It’s one of my favorite stories, and yeah, it’s a pretty good meet-cute.
I had been driving in circles for minutes, my windows rolled down, searching for any empty spot, when I pulled up alongside another car at a stoplight. Roy’s car. His windows were down, too, and he was singing along to “The Mariner’s Revenge Song.” Just like I was, at that very same moment. It wasn’t on the radio, either.
Our eyes met, we both croaked out a few “oh, ohs”—several seconds off from each other, off-tune, but that didn’t matter—and then pulled into two miraculously empty parking spots, side by side. We shared a pitcher of margaritas at the market and…
“We dated for a little over a year before getting married, were together for five, and then got divorced three years ago.”
Just the facts, ma’am.
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