Chapter 4The Script of Destiny

In the mediation room, a police officer opened his notebook. “Mr. Evans,” he said, getting straight to the point. “What exactly did you do to her?”

I’ve always been terrified of cops. My heart started pounding. I was in deep trouble. I quickly replayed the events in my head, reminding myself to keep my mouth shut about the stupid, embarrassing parts.

I rubbed my throbbing head, trying to fight back the waves of nausea. “Well… I asked for her number. She ignored me. I gave my butt a pat and walked away.”

Seemed accurate enough. I figured bringing up the whole mistaken-ass-slapping incident would be humiliating for me and inappropriate for a married woman like her, so I glossed over it.

But the moment the words were out, the beautiful woman, who had been sitting silently beside me, shot to her feet.

“You son of a bitch, that was my ass you patted!” she shrieked, pointing at me. “Officer! He patted my ass! And he squeezed it! A few times! You have to do something!”

I just sat there, speechless.

The officer gently pushed her pointing hand down. “Ms. Wright, please, calm down.”

She shook him off, her voice getting louder. “I can’t calm down! I’m a married woman! My husband has never even touched my ass, and this guy gets to first? My chastity is ruined! And my marriage certificates are gone! They’re the most important things I own!”

A small crowd of onlookers had gathered outside the door, whispering among themselves.

“She’s this worked up over a marriage certificate? Must really love her husband.”

“Loves her husband but goes to a bar? Sure.”

“Didn’t she say a Black Card was missing too? Probably more worried about that.”

“I don’t know, she keeps talking about the certificates.”

“She must love him. Who else carries them around all the time?”

“What would that guy want with her marriage certificate, anyway?”

“Jealousy, probably. Wants to tear them up so he can make a move.”

The buzzing voices were driving me crazy. I’d had enough. “It’s just a marriage certificate!” I snapped. “You lose it, you get a new one! What’s the big deal? You acting like you need it to get a divorce tomorrow or something?”

The woman froze. She stared at me. “How did you know I’m getting a divorce tomorrow?”

I froze.

The onlookers froze.