“Wasn't there a crab-looking thing that was with her all the time?”

“You would dress up as a crab to avoid going to golf with your friends?”

He didn't answer, he just looked away, reaching down to start the car.

“Is this about Becky?” she asked.

“I didn't like the way she spoke to you the other night,” he said tightly as he left the driveway and headed back towards his house. “I’ve known her for a while now and I like her, a lot, but I've never ...