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‘We are the reckless,’ Yvette sang, following the lyrics of ‘Daughter’ playing on her new CD player, another Vinnies score, as she sashayed her way to the kitchen. ‘Olive anyone?’ she called out, pretending she could be as carefree as her guests were taciturn. So far her party had all the joie de vivre of a wake and it was all she could do to hide her displeasure.
‘Sure,’ said Rhys, plucking an olive from the bowl.
Dan, and his boyfriend Barry, a tanned and toned man with short hair and a moustache, sat quietly together on the sofa sipping champagne. Thomas was staring despondently at the carpet. Something had passed between him and Anthony on their way in and he hadn’t recovered. Anthony, elegantly dressed in a light-blue suit that loosely covered his slender frame, a trilby hat t
