The thing

The reason you decide to end the friendship is the thing he says on the phone, that hot motionless day when all the windows on the bus are open and still it feels like asphyxiation. Not the thing about north Africans – that’s not so much his fault as the way he was raised – but the bit about Katie at work. He went to her party last night – her fortieth, it was, free food and free drink all night, oh yes. And he was quids in because he’d only shoved some loose change in her card; she’d never know.

Bargain.

Loser.

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