Perhaps five years ago, Zoe would have been inclined to pinch for information, to try to find out something else about this ex-husband but she didn't really care about an ex. Ex implied something that simmered somewhere inside Zoe. Ex was not compatible. Ex wasn't even a name. It was a state of being.
The Ex. An Ex. Just an Ex.
Whatever statement Tilda had pffed out of her was devoid of anything pressing or pushing. It was perfectly obvious that whoever this ex was was someone Tilda wasn't keen on Zoe knowing. Eventually she'd know the name, be introduced maybe and then there would be some flicker of recognition if they happened to pass somewhere in Repose. Isn't that Tilly's ex?. It was cemented there now. He was nothing else but.
The laugh was the cherry on top. A throw-away isn't that so small of me, isn't that just a gas? Just think about it! ME married.
"Oh. Strange. Hmp. Ex. " An upturned mouth is barely more than a straight line but the slight smiles implies that she wouldn't push on. That she wasn't here to pry or even to spy. Not really. Zoe was pretty sure that Cordelia and Mallory knew things they weren't letting on about. More than a mission for the coven, this seemed more like a mission just for Tilda and Zo.
The lake beckons in the cloud fluttered moonlight. The glowing lunar light misting the surface with glossy shadow as she pulls into a spot that is reserved for those that don't have lake-front property.
"So, where's that whiskey?" She's already getting out of the Civic but she's sure to grab her Nats on the way. Nothing goes better with Whiskey than smoking.