An expression defying conventions of order and logic“When did you get married?” Awe and wonder filled his tone. I watched a flush creep up his neck and into his cheeks as his mind ran through scenarios.
Henare ignored him, flapping his hand towards the tray on the dirty carpet. A shard had separated from the wooden handle and Roddy’s fingers shook as he bent to gather up the debris. “Why did you say nothing?” he muttered under his breath. Then the actual issue. “Why didn’t I get an invitation?”
“Am I able to speak to your wife, Mr Jethro?” Henare put his hands on his hips and rose. He glared at the telephone on his desk. “Is she at home now?”
My mind raced through possibilities and settled on the story we crafted with care eight years earlier. It held enough truth for me to carry it wit
