“I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE you didn’t tell me,” Priya complained.
She and Amelia were in the tiny sitting room of their flat, wearing pajamas, and curled up under a fuzzy blanket Priya had dragged out from her room. It might have been nearly April, but the nights were still cold.
“I thought about it,” Amelia said. “But I couldn’t tell anyone. I’m honestly surprised Arthur didn’t take my mobile when he gave me the rings.”
“Okay.” Priya flapped her hand and reached toward their coffee table to pour herself more vodka. “Time for terrible questions.”
“I am afraid,” Amelia said, holding out her own glass for Priya to refill.
“Drink more!” Priya insisted.
“I’m drinking, I’m drinking!”
Priya tucked her legs more snugly under herself. “Question number one, have you banged him yet?”
Amelia put
