‘Come to karaoke with me?’ I asked eagerly. She didn’t reply for a long time. ‘Wendy?’ ‘Is this a piss-take?’ ‘Nope.’ ‘Karaoke?’ ‘At the Carbuncle.’ ‘Wha … ?’ ‘Just say you’ll come.’ ‘I’ll come.’ I could tell she wasn’t expecting me to go through with it. She thought I’d cry off and we’d file the episode under ‘mental insanity’, an already bulky folder, but go through with it I did. Although Wendy keeps looking at me as though she doesn’t quite believe I am who I say I am. ‘But,’ she says, shaking her head, ‘we’re not even sitting by the door for a quick getaway.’ ‘I know.’ I smile smugly. ‘But …’ ‘The thing is, Wendy. Everything makes perfect sense now.’ ‘If there’s one thing you’re not making, Gracie Flowers, it’s perfect sense.’ ‘Think about it. I didn’t get Head of London Sales. It felt like the end of the world, but actually, now I’m having the baby, it’s a bonus that I didn’t get the job.
