“Enough about that asshole … Have you heard anything more about that god-awful psycho slut?” Leila blinks at me and I know immediately that she means Marissa. The images that brassy whore conjures up in my head from the dining room experience make me bristle in hate.

“Surprisingly not. She’s been lying low and hiding out since that little scene. Jake keeps expecting some sort of back lash like a refusal to let him see the kid after it’s born or something equally vindictive. He says silence is never good with her and I get the sense he’s on tenterhooks about it.” I try for nonchalant and just sound snooty....