She looked at the clock – he’s right on time.
He was standing beside the car, hands on hips, a fleck of foam at the corner of his mouth. “What the hell happened?!”
“THE CAR! THE MIRROR!!” Steve jabbed violently toward the side mirror.
She had considered pleading ignorance but the broken, dangling mirror was hard to miss, or going on the offensive, blaming him, but for that to work she should be the one hollering and pointing.
She settled for, “Oh, that? Well, it all started when I went for groceries and an alien spacecraft landed in the……”