Then Karen had turned up and blown her good mood to pieces with her weird ramblings about Adam having some affair with one of her patients and now she was confused and worried about the mental health of both of her friends. And the two people she would usually talk things through with were the two people acting strangely. Throwing her handbag on to the sofa, she made herself some dinner – sausage and beans on toast with a sprinkling of grated cheese and Worcester sauce (food of the gods, her grandad used to say) – and was just about to settle down to Season 2 of Orange Is the New Black on Netflix and forget everything for the evening when from somewhere inside her bag her mobile rang.‘Fuck sake,’ she muttered, her mouth full of hot melted cheese. She’d pretty much made up her mind not to answer when she checked the name on the display. Eleanor. She had only exchanged the odd obligatory Ru ok? text message since following her out of the café last week, and given her conversation with Karen today, she really couldn’t ignore her now.‘’Lo.’ She swallowed her food.
