Bzz. Bzz.
She turned the phone face up, looked at it, and put it back down without answering.
"That is Jessica. 4th time. Your agent has rung 4 times since it went out, and that woman has never rung twice in her life."
"I know what I did, Em."
"Then tell me why."
"Because it is true. And because if I do not stand on it tonight, some newspaper puts a 19-year-old on the front page instead."
She stood there in a soaking replica shirt with her jaw going.
"Right," she said, eventually.
"You just told me not to say that."
"I am allowed. I am on holiday." She rubbed her face with the back of her wrist. "God. You are going to be so ill when this lands, and I am going to have to watch you be ill about it in a country you have never set foot in."
"Give me the rest of it," I said.
"You do not want the rest of it."
"I want the rest of it, Em. You read it so I do not have to. So read it to me."
