I moved the phone away from my ear and looked at it. Why? Was I trying to make sure I was talking to Ebony? I waited for more from her. I couldn’t think of anything to say.
‘Brad?’
‘Yes. I’m here. Sorry. I thought you said you met with Sophie Marris today.’
‘Don’t be cute. I’m not in the mood. It’s been stressful. Can you organise a time for you and Sandy to come here? We have a lot to unpack.’
I absolutely hate the word “unpack” in this context. Unpacking is what you do when you get back from holidays, or when you’ve moved house. It’s one of the trendy jargon words that irk me.
‘Sure,’ I said, as cheerfully as possible. ‘Are you ok?’
‘Not really. There is a lot to process. Let me know when you can come over.’
She hung up. Rude.
I pondered over Ebony meeting with Sophie for a few m
