Astrid gestured to the storage room. “What’s taking them so long?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know.”
“Do you think she’s killed him or something?”
“Of course not. She’d never do that,” I reasoned.
Astrid crossed her arms, clearly upset Sim was getting private time with Flavia. “Aren’t you curious? Want to eavesdrop?”
“That’s not very nice,” Ryoko weighed in, looking at me. “You’re not going to do that, right, Ylva?”
I hesitated. I was curious as to what was going on but I didn’t want to disappoint Ryoko again. Besides, it was terribly rude to intrude on someone’s privacy. My curiosity would just have to go unsatisfied.
I settled back into the couch, folding my arms to feel more definite about my decision. “Nahh.”
“Boring.” Astrid rose from her seat and tiptoed to the back. She gestured fo
