Matthew chipped in, âor you might come back as a cockroach.â He leaned in towards Kat and whispered, âOne spelt with a âkâ of course.â
Kat smirked. Then when Klive was out of sight, she swiped Matthewâs burger and took a huge bite.
It was nearing ten oâclock when the waiter began hovering around us, insisting he clear our plates. However, Matthew, whose belligerence appeared to be escalating with each drink, had deliberately ordered more food and another round of cocktails in an attempt to delay our departure.
And Kat, who had been a teetotal fruitarian for the past three months, was now on her second burger and her fifth cocktail.
âDonât leave us, Ellie,â she said. âWhat will become of me if you go?â
Matthew turned to her. âYouâre wearing a saffron robe and have shaved your head. What else could go wrong?â
Kat burst out laughing. Then started slamming her hand on the table. âSaffron,â she said, her laugh escalating, âthatâs so funny. Peshwari naan. Hilarious. Can we have another burger?â
Victoria, who had been quietly consuming a Burgundian Chardonnay for the past few hours, sniffed and blinked repeatedly.
âI just donât understand why youâre going to that ridiculous country,â she said. âYou have everything here.â
Matthew held his hand up to stop her. âAt least Ellie is trying to find happiness rather than just waiting to die in South West London, like you.â
Victoria sat up and poured herself a glass. âIâm very happy thank you, Matthew. Just because Iâm living a grown-up life, doesnât mean itâs boring.â
He laughed. âYour life is so boring, I canât even bring myself to describe it. Itâs all PTA and tennis club and: âhow else can I spend my husbandâs money?â You want Ellie to have the same pointless life as you, just to validate your own uninspiring choices.â
I tried to interrupt but Matthew was in full flow.
âEllieâs miserable. Just look at her.â
I glared at him. âNo, Iâm not.â
âShe has a business thatâs failing.â
âItâs not failing,â I interrupted.
âOh, come on, Ellie. Record sales does not a successful business make. Your clients are deeply unhappy, theyâre all getting divorced.â
I put my hand up to speak but Matthew rattled on. âYour house is falling into disrepair and your marriage is in crisis.â
âHang on a second.â I put my hand up higher this time. âYouâre the one with the crisis of a marriage. Not me.â
Victoria and Kat turned to Matthew.
He closed his mouth and his shoulders slumped.
The waiter, who had resumed his hovering, leaned in. âExcuse me, sir, we need the table. The next guests are waiting.â
Matthew looked up at him, gripping his steak knife. His knuckles whitened.
Immediately, I imagined the scene culminating in a Peaky Blinders âstyle bar brawl and a âBloodbath at Blood Burgerâ morning headline, with a caption under Matthewâs mugshot: âRed meat binge sends patron into murderous rageâ. There might even be a comment from Klive along with a link to the enrolment form on Swami P.âs website.
âIf they want the table so badly,â Matthew said, jaw tensed, âtell them to come and get it.â
The waiter raised his eyebrows and then wandered off muttering something about another five minutes not being a problem.
I leaned back in my chair. âThis is the reason Iâm going away,â I said.
Kat frowned. âBecause thereâs only a two-hour sitting for restaurants in London?â
I looked at her and then around at the diners in the restaurant. I couldnât see a genuine, non-alcohol-induced smile in the room.
âBecause none of us have really figured it out,â I said, downing the last of my
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