A minor betrayal.
Janine, her father called her; a name too plain to do justice to the unspeakable beauty of the dark eyebrows over her dark irises. To her observer Becky, blonde and just slightly too old for her, this is the product of the ever-unseen mother who hailed from the Dominican Republic.
It is a night off for both of them: Becky from the everyday sameness marriage has already become; Janine from the business of going about her Highers five days a week; Fridays, and occasionally Saturdays too, were a time for drinking while young and able to. But the pair haven’t been out together before, and Janine’s father had suggested it. It would be good for the two of them to bond, his new wife, his daughter.
The night starts slowly – relatively – no shots, only two sweet and blonde cerv
