Chapter Five“This is too sad!” Juliette sniffed loudly and wriggled her toes, trying to dispel the pins and needles that signalled she had been sitting in the same position for far too long. Three hours and fifteen minutes to be precise. Marie pulled a tissue from the box balancing on the arm of the sofa, blew her own nose, before thrusting a wad of scented paper Juliette's way.
“How many times have you pair watched Titanic?” Dave enquired, with relief that it was finally over.
“Five times together,” Marie replied, flicking off the television, “and four times on my own.”
Dave rolled his eyes, “Christ. Aren't you fed up of it?”
“No!” Marie and Juliette answered in unison, both of their faces blotchy from crying.
“Although we did fast forward the boring bits.” Marie admitted, “What have
