“She’s working so hard. Such an intelligent girl, Melissa.”
“Mmm,” I grunt, noncommittally.
“You know, it’s not easy to get into law school, Olivia. Especially the best one! Melissa had to beat hundreds of people just to get the place!”
“Fantastic.” I flick my cloth roughly over the TV. “That’s great. So … how long is she staying?” I try to ask the question casually.
“It depends,” replies Tanya. “Her exams are in a few weeks, and I’ve said she’s welcome to stay as long as she likes!”
A few weeks? It’s only been one day, and already she’s driving me mad.
I spend the afternoon in the kitchen, pretending to have selective deafness. Whenever Melissa calls me, I turn the blender on, or the radio up, or clatter around with baking trays. If she wants me she can find me herself.
At last, sh
