I swung by Boots to buy some make-up on my way back to the hotel; I couldn’t face James yet. My stomach growled. That had to be a good sign. I would live after all! A coffee wouldn’t be half bad either. I took the Tube again, this time to Susan’s café. When I got there, she immediately brought me a sandwich and a latte, and took a break to sit down with me. Before she could say anything, I held up my hand to stop her from speaking. I couldn’t face her asking me what was wrong. I’d bawl my eyes out in front of the lunch patrons, so I quickly summarized.
“James and I are done. I’m sorry we ruined your party. I know I look like s**t but please, I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”
She did something that quickly earned her the title Best Friend In The World. She rearranged her facial expres
