"Cats out the bag now, then?" Christa says to me at lunchtime while I am contemplating which soup to choose.
"Depends which cat you are referring to," I reply, picking up the ladle for leek and potato.
"Imperial. Same as Serena..." she says. I grab a bread roll.
"Does that surprise you?" I ask. She sighs.
[...I wish I still had what they have...]
I furrow my brow at her as she looks a little put out, clearly not wanting to engage with me right now. She wanders away from me toward the salad bar.
"I just spoke to my daddy," I hear Serena say as she appears on the other side of me. I smile at her as I look down at her.
"What is the verdict?" I ask her as we both walk over to the table.
"As long as Joel doesn't mind, he does not give a toss where I sleep as long as my grades turn out w
