I actually wasn’t even that late for dinner. It was about half nine when I got home. I still arrived, as I kind of knew I would, to an ironic cheer.
I kinda knew the plan for the evening, but not who was coming, Monica just said it was “some of our friends from the scene”. And I couldn’t believe my fucking luck.
There was Jessica, beautiful tall blonde Jessica.
There was Angela, Jessica’s curvy afro’d girlfriend
There was Mary, the sophisticated Indian pain freak.
And there was Sandra. Oh my word there was Sandra.
Sandra wasn’t part of the scene, although she’d slept with a few of us when she was single. She was a friend of Erica’s (isn’t everyone). She was skinny and Irish and had dyed short blonde hair and she was reasonably short herself and if I suck at describing her it’s because when I look at her I don’t really see her so much as the candle I have carried for her for the better part of a decade.