I’ve read every credible-looking article I can find online about alcoholic blackouts, You Belong With Me is playing on a loop, and post three of 33 from the Tristan archive of my blog is before my eyes.
My phone flashes up with a message.
‘… how goes the love search 1 month on?’
Recent events had put Tom right out of my mind, which was lucky. His profile hadn’t changed since we’d parted company, and I’d already announced to Beatrice that this meant he’d met someone. She didn’t contradict me.
In the last few weeks there’d been… nothing really. Except for Friday. But Friday was different. Friday was about love, yes, but other things too: sadness, disappointment, shock.
‘Whaaaaat?!!’ Perky says, when I tell her what happened. ‘That’s BIG.’
‘A non-event,’ is how my mother describes it.