I backed an inch away, then another. He was old, but I was in heels. In other words, shaky at best. “I was friends with Nord. I was looking around. I happened to see your computer wallpaper.”
“Only, it wasn’t my wallpaper. Never was. At least not before that day.”
My mom looked perplexed. “I would never be friends with a homophobe, Lewis. My son was gay.”
“Temporary homophobe,” I replied. “Like temporary insanity. From the shock.”
“Again,” said Glenn, “not a shock. And not a homophobe. And not my wallpaper. It just appeared there that day. I hadn’t even seen it. Didn’t even know about it until the police questioned it, also seeing the connection you seemed to.”
“Oh,” said Eve.
“Um,” said Clark.
“Huh,” said I.
“So,” said Eve, “if you didn’t put it there, then who did and why?”
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