As soon as the basement emptied, she picked up her overnight bag. Between the rest of us, we carried the box of Polaroids and the assortment of gifts that had been left for her. The manager agreed to keep the houseplant until she could come back and collect it the next day. She told him she wasn’t about to walk through Soho carrying that. We bumped into Tanya and Abdul just outside the front door, their tongues rammed down each other’s throats. I’m not sure they noticed us pass.
thatShe linked arms with me as we ambled down Carnaby Street, trying to stay upright in those Louboutin heels, her head still swimming with espresso martinis.
There were taxis sweeping by. We passed the old Trident music studios where she told me Elton John had recorded Your Song back in the late 60s. Melanie tri
