It was 10:30pm on a Monday night and I was sitting in my flat watching TV. I was having a glass of wine and the phone rang, it was May. I liked May. I had known her for all my life. She had married an older man. He was an accountant. They had two daughters, one three years younger than me. The other five years younger than me. My mother as a child had grown up living next door to May. They had kept in contact when they bo...