youâre adorable, whatever you wear.â
I looked at him, open-mouthed. âWas that just a compliment from Matthew?â
He grinned. âIf you have any faith in their judgement, that is.â
I leaned forward and smacked him on the leg. He put me in a mock headlock.
âWeâre going to miss you, Ellie Rigby,â he said, ruffling my hair.
Victoria looked the other way. If I hadnât have known her better, I wouldâve thought she was wiping away a tear.
Matthew suddenly freed me and then grabbed the open bottle of wine that the waiter had just placed in front of him.
âLetâs drink,â he said, pouring each of us a glass.
Weâd failed to order within the expected timeline so were forcibly supervised by the increasingly impatient waiter.
Victoria announced that she wasnât in the mood for a burger.
âIs there anything else on the menu?â she asked the waiter.
He sighed. âThereâs the Blood Spud.â
She screwed up her face. âYouâve really gone to town with the blood theme, havenât you?â she said. âAnd what exactly is the Blood Spud?â
âA potato.â
âWith?â
âChilli mince.â
Her face contorted further. âAnything vegetarian?â
The waiter checked his watch. âYes, the blood orange salad.â
âFine. Iâll have that then.â She let out a deep sigh as though sheâd just forfeited generations of accumulated family wealth in one disastrous negotiation.
The waiter turned to Matthew. âAnd for you, sir?â
Matthew, evidently amusing himself at the waiterâs expense, insisted he consult with the chef on the gluten content of the entire menu, before eventually conceding that he was not in any way intolerant to gluten. He then ordered aDouble Blood Beaten Burger with a Big Daddy Bap. I could tell he enjoyed saying the word âbapâ.
âIâll have the Black and Blue,â I said, conscious time was passing. âWith extra blue cheese sauce, please.â
Suddenly, Matthew hid behind his menu. âFuck me,â he said.
I stared at him. âItâs only blue cheese sauce. I didnât order a ten-inch dildo.â
âNo, not that.â Matthew pointed from behind the menu. âThem.â
The waiter hurried off and I glanced behind me to see what Matthew was pointing at. I struggled to recognise them at first. Then I realised it was Kat and Klive coming down the stairs. Kat appeared to be wearing an orange sari and Klive was beside her looking like a Masai warrior after a Gok Wan makeover. I looked closer. Katâs hair was scraped back. No, wait a minuteâ¦
âSheâs shaved her head?â Matthew said, reappearing from behind the menu.
Kat waved. Klive puffed out his chest and glanced around the room, as though he were the guest on a prime-time talk show.
They approached the table and Klive pulled out a chair for Kat. Then he nodded at each of us, as though the matter of presenting our close friend with a freshly shaven head were an everyday occurrence.
Victoria broke the silence first.
âPlease tell me this is fancy dress,â she said, pulling at Katâs robe. âYouâve got a party to go to after, havenât you?â
Kat shook her head.
Klive took Katâs hand and looked at us solemnly.
âKatrina and I have chosen a new way of life,â he said.
Victoria rolled her eyes and Matthew started giggling.
In the years Iâd known her, Kat had assumed all manner of religions and identities depending on whom she was dating. I looked her up and down, vaguely identifying her attire from a Louis Theroux documentary Iâd seen recently.
âSo, youâre a Hare Krishna now?â I asked.
Kat nodded.
Matthew laughed again. âYou can talk, you know. Itâs only Buddhists who take a vow of silence. The Hare Krishnas are a noisy bunch. Always chanting. Are you sure
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