The Ballad of Suzi and Linni. Verse 2.
A difficult conversation and the aftermath.
As I walked to the table, a million manic butterflies were disco dancing inside me. I could have veered off and gone and sat at the other table with the main gang, but I wasn’t going to be a coward. Besides, Rach and Shona had seen me and had beckoned me over. “Hi,” I said trying to sound bright and cheerful, but my own ears told me I was failing miserably. “Hey, Suze, how’s it going?” they chorused and shuffled their...