Chapter Nine
“What’s your favourite Celine song?” Ash asked when they were in the back of the cab. She believed she’d had a good handle on the night. She’d taken Gloria to the right places. She’d abstained from drinking any alcohol. They’d had a good conversation. But fifteen minutes before they’d left the restaurant, Ash had felt like she’d lost her grip on things altogether. This was the only question she could come up with on the way to the train station.
“‘It’s All Coming Back to Me Now’,” Gloria said without thinking. “Best song ever made, in my humble opinion, which, when it comes down to it, no one ever respects.” She slung one leg over the other and, in shifting, skated her arm against Ash’s. “You didn’t have to drop me at the station. I’m a big girl, in case you hadn’t noticed.
