"Tequila," Kelly announced into the silence that had met my description of Stone's, Pierce's and my kitchen showdown. "That's your answer to everything, "Abi offered. "And a damn fine one it is," Kelly shot back. "I can't drink tequila," Gen pointed out. "But I'd settle for a large tub of chocolate chip ice-cream instead." "Tequila and chocolate chip ice-cream then," Kelly suggested. "Or better yet, tequila flavoured ice-cream. Now there's a fan-fucking-tastic idea!" "Amen, sister," Abi agreed, offering a hand up for Kelly to high five. "I'd just settle for this to all be over," I supplied, from my corner of the room. We were in the lounge, spread out on every surface. Eva had left Daisy with Adam in the garage, fixing up something of Ben's she'd said, and sat on the armchair, cowgirl hat pushed back, eyes closed as she listened in our conversation. Or maybe hummed a tune in her head. Abi and Kelly sat on the two seater, side by side like terrible twins. And Gen stretched out on the recliner, rubbing her slightly rounded belly affectionately while everyone talked, or just gawked at me as I relayed Stone's hard faced insinuations, my devious ploy to misdirect, and Ryan's total shut-down in the end.
