It was Amanda I ran into on the way to the lecture theatre.
“Are you ok Mr Durwood?”
“I’m fine. How’s Alice?”
“She’s great, happy. She had fun last night but apparently she doesn’t remember much of it. Just that it was one of the greatest nights of her life,”
“It’s a pity she can’t remember it then,” I said accusingly.
“It could come back to her. Are you ok Marc? You look stressed,” she reached up and brushed the back of my neck and I knocked her hand away.
“Didn’t sleep long last night did you?”
I said nothing.
“We all had a great time last night didn’t we? You seemed to be enjoying yourself,”
“I was drunk,”
“Whose fault is that?”
“… I’m not sure,”
“Well Rachelle, Iris and I are getting together at my place this weekend. My parents are going on a long journey. Please come over and bring your speedos,” Amanda winked and sauntered away, “Don’t worry Marc, it’ll be awesome!”
I believed her.