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Both men looked at her.
“I’m so serious right now.” She pointed to the bench. “Sit.”
They slowly sat, taking opposite sides of the wooden surface.
“This has got to stop,” she whispered. They were far enough from the school not to be heard, but after that display, her anxious mind told her someone would come running. “Joel, I’m in love with you. You know that. Adrían,” she pivoted, “I love—”
“Who?” Joel cut in.
She massaged her temple. “Him. I was going to say I love ‘him.’ As in, I loveyou,and can you please put away that…dagger, or whatever it is?”
“It’s a combat knife,” Adrían said. “A fixed sheath tactical Bowie. Would’ve torn a hole in my throat.”
Joel tucked away the blade. “He’s right. Non-slip grip. Serrated edge. Would’ve fucked him up.”
Adrían flicked a thumb at him and nodded.
Her jaw nearly fell to the ground. They were trying to kill each other. She was sure they were going to keep trying to kill each other. Yet, they were correcting her about a knife.
“I’m…gonna go. You two are going to drive me up a wall.”
“Querida, I was only having a conversation with you,” Adrían argued. “Then your boyfriend tries to slit my throat.”
“I’m her husband,” Joel spat. “And I wouldn’t have killed you here.”
Adrían looked around. “Is it the terrain?”
“The visibility.”
“Right. The school.”
Joel pointed off in the distance. “See that tree over there? What’s that, a spruce? That’s where I planned to do it.”
Adrían looked in the same direction. “Oh, yes. That makes sense. Plus, the ground over there is fairly absorbent.”
“Exactly. Then I could have—”
“Left my body at the bottom of the hill.” Adrían nodded. “It might have been years before anybody found me, and the dirt would have sucked up my blood before I took my last breath.Filho de puta,that’s a good...wait, husband?” He looked up at her. “Querida, you got married? When?”
“Recently,” Joel said.
“In Sweden?”
“D.C.”
“Oh. Courthouse, or there was a wedding?”
“Courthouse. We’re doing the wedding later.”
“You know what? That’s a good id—”
She spun and headed across the lawn, the remnants of their pseudo-psychotic conversation disappearing in the wind. Once she was inside the car, she locked the doors and waited.
Joel tapped on the driver’s side window. “I’ll follow you.”
She went to look in the rearview mirror.
“Don’t you dare.”
