FARIDA PACED ALERA’S sitting room, alternately clapping her hands on her head and cupping a hand around her mouth. Tears stained her face.
Perched on the edge of a couch, Alera looked stunned. “Um...” she scratched her head. “You slept with Kurt in his club?”
“Yes, Alera, yes... I’m not that type of woman. Alera, you know I’m not that type of woman...”
“Of course, you’re not.” Alera soothed. “But you’re human. And you’re in love with him.”
Farida linked her hands over her head. “I’ve done a bad thing. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never slept with another woman’s man. Oh my goodness... it’s worse because I was the one who matched them together.”
“It wasn’t planned, was it? Farida, don’t be too hard on yourself.”
The mobile phone lying on the centre table jingled. Alera glanced at
