I’m in the process of grilling Sarah on the people who live in our neighborhood, which I haven’t met yet.
“You know anyone dark and mysterious?” I ask. “Anyone worth gossiping about?”
“Well, aren’t you inquisitive tonight?” she says, eyeing me over her wine glass.
“It happens when I drink,” I reply, which is a lie because I’ve only been pretending to drink for solidarity. She considers me carefully and I can see that she’s more suspicious than she wants to let on. Thankfully my phone rings and saves the day. I glance down at it and see the nanny’s name light up the screen. I shrug letting her know I need to take it.
“Excuse me,” I offer and she smiles.
“Sophia?” I say placing it to my ear.
“Miss Kate?”
“Yes.”
I hear her hesitation. “I was just wondering…”
She’s holding back, and i
