June nodded solemnly and refilled my half-empty glass. "What about David?"

"I called him in the morning to tell him about what happened at that concert. I didn't want him to find out from someone else or the internet. He was really angry with me, which is understandable of course. He didn't even listen to me properly and slammed the phone on me. I called him but he didn't pick up," I told her curtly. "So I'm not at all sure what's going to happen next. I have to apologize to him, explain to him somehow...Damn, I'm so mad at Ollie! Do you understand?" I interrupted my speech and poured...