Explaining to Jess was an albatross around my neck. She was mad at me for not telling her the whole story, therein. I was all thumbs because I had to look for the right explanation for her impressive, pretty angry demeanor.
I wasn’t abducted. I went with Asher willingly, which was what she had been informed about. She only rooted in what Asher might have expounded to her. I felt guilty that I had to lie but it was the easiest route I could think of, otherwise, she’d be worried sick or inquire further like a detective on the beat. Thinking carefully, it would only further prolong the vindication. I was between a rock and a hard place, but spilling out the beans would make her go ballistic. I wouldn’t want to cause her any more nuisance.
Right after dinner, she pulled me to the porch. Yes,
