Chapter Seven
You know those movie scenes where a character is sitting in a crowded room and she's so deep inside her thoughts that all the noise kind of fades away? Like she's completely isolated from everyone else? Picture Kate Winslet in 'Titanic' and you're halfway there. That's how I felt, sitting beside Tarquin as he guffawed at one of Mums jokes. And I avoided eye contact with my sister, who was stabbing her venison steak like some voodoo doll in my image. She looked perfect as always, in her two piece and pearls, loudly discussing work related accomplishments with my father. The two of them like peas in a pod. The food may have cost an arm and a leg but it tasted like pomposity to me, and I'd rather be sat at the cafe eating a greasy burger and chips.
Or pizza. What I wouldn't g
