Yep. It’s me.
How did it go?
I flip off my shoes and sigh. He didn’t look like his picture.
They never do, she says.
She comes into the hallway holding two glasses of wine and hands one to me.
Here, have a drink.
Always those smiling blue eyes.
What would I do without you?
A pause. Then a laugh.
I don’t know why you bother with them, she says. They’re all losers.
You’re right, sis, I say. Sod them all. Let’s watch a film.