Chapter Seventeen
Corinne and Mandy were on their second glass of Hardy’s before Mandy managed to get a handle on the news.
“I know,” Corinne told her. “When Mariah told me I found it just as difficult to take in.”
“Is she serious, you think?”
“Who can say?” Corinne shrugged. “She’s sixteen. Were you serious about anything at sixteen?”
Mandy nodded: “Only Rick Astley.”
“Wow,” Corinne said, accompanying it with a derisory snort. “Precocious little thing, weren’t you? Stock, Aiken and Waterman’s finest; weren’t you the cutting edge one.”
They sipped at their Chardonnay’s in silence for a few moments, both thoughtful.
Until:
“Rick Astley?”
Corinne laughed and Mandy waited for her friend to finish. “Let’s forget Rick for now shall we?” Corinne’s eyes were still full of merriment for
