‘She sounded evasive on the phone last night.’ ‘She wouldn’t wimp out on us, would she? Should I pour a third glass?’ Juliette filled our glasses. She sure hadn’t had much experience pouring beer; it was mostly froth. ‘Tilt the glass, Jules.’ ‘Oh. OK. But she’ll turn up. It wasn’t such a hard dare even. I mean, look at the stuff you’ve done.’ ‘Yeah,’ I said, all the while my heart squeezed tighter in my chest. I turned away and hunted in my bag for my phone. Just as I was about to call Beth, she strutted into the bar, shopping bags swinging around her. Maybe she’d brought the vibrator along to show us but no, she marched up and slammed the receipt on the table triumphantly. I checked it out. It was definitely from a sex shop but didn’t say what she’d bought. She inched into the booth next to Juliette and poured herself a beer. ‘Well, der, they aren’t going to print it on the receipt, are they?
