Chapter 40

• ELAINE
• Monday lunchtime, and sitting with Harriet, Grace, and Vivian in the Regent Country Club bar room meant nothing to me. The girls were chatting and laughing, sipping away on coffees like a group of regular BFFs. We were four blondes, all made up to the nines, amongst a whole load of golfers and suited gentlemen and their high-styled wives around the edges. The other girls were glowing fresh from a morning gym session, but I was barely steady on my feet, still muggy-headed from my weekend on the rocks.
• My thighs were itching under my dress, fresh with cuts from the night before, deep enough to remind me of my failings.