Margot pulled the car over outside Sasha’s house. She never wanted something more than for her friend to be home. She was balling by this stage. Sasha took her in her arms and all Margot wanted to do was tell her, tell her of the awful thing that she had done. Perhaps she would understand, being a mother.
She was quiet as Margot told her everything: that she had lied to Sophie’s former lover, telling him that she was still alive; about the paternity test she’d sent off; how she had secretly filmed Sophie drunk; and how she had caused Sophie to lose all her work as a music teacher. Everything had a reason but everything she had done suddenly made her feel like jumping into the ocean and never surfacing. Sasha was silent for some time while she drank her bubbly. Margot drank too and heavily, it softened her like water on clay. She didn’t want absolution: actually she didn’t know what she wanted. Sasha wasn’t going to give it to her either.