CHAPTER 12
THE TRIP BACK to Richmond took a couple of hours, and Emmy filled Jed in on the story as we went. Three more people called to congratulate her on the mess we’d made, a girl called Sloane said she’d cleared the schedules for the next three weeks as best she could, and Bradley rang to say he was going to bed now but don’t forget to drink the green smoothie for breakfast because Toby made it specially.
“Who’s Toby?”
“My nutritionist. Hitler with a blender.”
Great. A whole legion of people, and the idea of having to be nice to them for weeks made my chest seize. I was all right in social situations when I was playing a part, acting out a role. But stripped of my mask with my soul laid bare? I swallowed hard to keep my dinner down.
The closest I’d come to having a friend was Sam
