“Thanks very much.” I gulp down the pill.
“But it's not that. It's my life.”
I spread my arms hopelessly. “It's total rubbish, from start to finish.”
“Of course it's not,” Tanya says reassuringly. “Things might look bad”
“Believe me, they are bad.”
“I'm sure” “My so-?called career is going nowhere, and my boyfriend stood me up last night, and I haven't got any money.
And my sink keeps leaking rancid brown water into the flat below,” I add, remembering with a shudder.
“I'll probably get sued by my neighbors. And my dad just died.” There's silence. Tanya looks flummoxed.
“Well, that does all sound rather...tricky,” she says at last.
“But I expect things will soon turn around for the better.”
“That's what my friend Fi said!” I suddenly have a memory of Fi's eyes shining in the rai
