Denny snorted as he tried to recall what particular thing Trisha was trying to say. He seemed to have said a lot of words to his sister, and he could not point out which among them would Trisha be so bothered about.
"Which one?" he asked when after raking his memory, he could not recall.
"I don't know if you were aware when you told her that I was your..." Trisha paused. The word was making her feel awkward that it could not slip out of her tongue as simple as the other words she just said. She swallowed her spit and quickly added the word as Denny seemed to be waiting. "...your wife."
Trisha looked at Denny's reaction. He looked just the same. He was not surprised. It must have meant he knew what he was saying when he told his sister about Trisha.
"Uhuh, you didn't like it?" Denny ask
