39 Nick
‘What was that all about?’ Tasha says, hearing the door close and coming into the kitchen to see me.
‘I don’t know,’ I say. ‘I really don’t know.’
She puts the kettle on, clearly wanting that cup of tea after all. ‘She was acting all weird before you came back, asking strange questions.’
‘What sort of questions?’ I ask as nonchalantly as I can. I can see Tasha’s been crying, but I don’t want to say anything. It feels a bit stupid to ask why in the present situation.
‘Stuff about where you’d been over the last few days, if you’d told me. She asked about your friends, too.’
‘Friends?’ I wonder if perhaps I seemed a little eager with that question.
‘Yeah. Wanted to know who you saw on a regular basis, things about your social life,’ she says, dropping a teabag in each mug.
‘We
