Chapter 11
MORNING TEA IN ABJECT silence. It happens. But today’s silence is different: heavy, uncomfortable, weighted, deep and dark.
Cate can’t look Bev in the eye. She can only assume Bev feels the same way.
“Are we ever going to talk about what happened last night?” Bev asks.
How can they talk about it? How?
“I don’t know what happened,” Cate says. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“Don’t get me wrong, it would have been a great way to wake up if I was into that sort of thing. Better than an alarm clock. But we’ve been together long enough for you to know I’m not comfortable with... that. And when I say stop...”
“I know.”
“...I need you to stop.”
“I know.”
Shaking her head, Bev says, “It’s just not like you, Cate. That’s the really confusing part. You’ve never done any
