This morning, when I was getting home from my run, Karen was hanging around my mailbox in a suspicious manner. “Hi, Lah Lee,” she called out and I was ignoring her perfectly when she asked, “How is your friend?”
I froze. What if she had somehow figured out that Stefan and I had been misbehaving? I mean, they were just innocent lil’ kisses, but what if she had seen us and misinterpreted them? She would not be above going to Röbert. That snake would love to see my happy marriage ruined.
“What friend?” I asked. “I have lots of friends. Does your lil’ friend have any more court dates coming up?” Then I walked inside. As I was closing the door I heard her say, “Your tall friend. You know, the pretty one.”
What the hell does that mean? All of my friends are tall and pretty.