Trashley: Thirty-Five
Sweet Bobby, part two
The woman who claimed Ashley was her abuser responded to my tweet about the catfishing podcast, Sweet Bobby, saying we needed to talk. The last time I had heard from her was in October, six months earlier. Back then, I asked Ashley who she was, and Ashley erupted on me in our hotel room, denying that she knew her.
My tweet about Sweet Bobby had been bothering Ashley all day. And now the dots were connecting: Ashley had known this woman would respond, and didn’t want me to know whatever she had to say. I had cast my tweet out only to have the mystery woman bite my hook.
I hadn’t even known I was fishing.
We drove in silence back to the cabin. Everything, even the air, felt heavy, as if Ashley already knew the woman had tweeted at me and was waiting for me to bring it up.
I said nothing.
I plugged my car into the charger at the cabin while Ashley built a fire. I opened a fancy bottle of Pinot Noir I was saving for an emergency and poured myself a glass. I sat down at the kitchen table to work on the David Bowie puzzle I had brought.
