“I had errands to run this afternoon,” Linda said, her jaw tight.

“I needed the car for my own schedule.”

“You don’t have errands,” I said, resting my weight heavily on my left leg to spare my ankle.

“Your weekly bowling league doesn’t start until six o’clock tonight.”

Richard looked at his wife, his mouth set in a firm line.

“It doesn’t matter what time your league starts, Linda.

She needed to buy milk for the baby.”

Linda shifted her stance, her eyes flashing.