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Sex on legs, that doesn’t even come close to what she is

“Fi?” Sadie says, walking up beside her

“Goldilocks,” Fiona yells, throwing her ar off the stool in the process

I pour the e a look with Sadie

Dilated into a sentence, perhaps , Fuck, fuck, fuck

“Hey,” Sadie suess somebody had a little too much to drink, huh?”

“Don’t be jealous—” She trails off, covering her mouth She ss and then smiles away her discomfort “Just because you’re not twenty-one for a few months Don’t worry I won’t tell Shhhhhhhh”

She puts her finger over her lips, reirl and would play the shh game

Sadie and I exchange another furtive glance, laden with , with questions

What have we done?

What are we going to do?

What happens when Fiona finds out?

“Here,” I say, sliding her milkshake across the bar

“Thanks, Dad,” she murmurs

“Noas this argument about?” I ask

“Jess,” Fiona huffs “Goldilocks, have I ever told you that you’re my best friend?”

Sadie and I exchange another glance, a secretive godda when h a hard time

Best friend

I wonder what Fiona would say if we told her e’d done tonight, how she’d react, which object she’d break first

“Yes, Fi-Fi, I know,” Sadie says, sitting down next to her

“Well, good,” she huffs “Because that bitch Jess is … I don’t knoho she thinks she is Basically, she threw Moame and somehow the topic of divorce came up—”

“Your mother and I were neverto think that this could trigger Sadie’s jealousy, where in reality Sadie is a hundred times more perfect than any woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on

“Well, whatever,” Fiona goes on “The point is, she was drunk and decided she was in theon and on about, all the da it, for fuck’s sake Can you believe that?”

“She sounds like a real piece of work,” Sadieat me

Why won’t she look at me?