Chapter Nine
We make it home after shoe shopping and late lunch with about half an hour to spare before Sarah needs to leave to fetch her vases. Knowing how much there is to get ready the moment she leaves, it’s difficult for us to pretend we’re relaxed, normal, and preoccupied with other matters. Sarah takes her time lining up all our shoes and fixing something on hers, and I have to stop myself several times from telling her to hurry up and get out of the house.
Eventually she seems to realise what the time is. With more panicked flapping of her hands, she runs to fetch her purse. “Jules, will you come with me?” she asks as she dashes back through the lounge. Julia looks up at me with wide eyes. I open my mouth, but I can’t think of an excuse good enough, and apparently neither can she
