ASTRID AND ALICE have both become the best of friends. When I go to the kitchen, they’re comfortably perched on bar stools near the kitchen counter, a wine glass perfectly still on their slim fingers. I turn around to leave, but Astrid calls for me.
“Matilda!” she calls, and I take a deep breath before facing them both. “Come join us!” They both have expectant looks on their faces and as soon as I plant my bum on the seat in the middle of Astrid and Alice, they are staring at me, intently, I may add.
“I’m curious,” Alice speaks, her voice a notch deeper. Her features are filled with curiosity, which makes me curious what she’s about to say next. “Have you slept with John, yet?” To anyone, it may sound like normal girl talks about the nasties with boyfriends. “Astrid and I were just talki
