Alex drove straight to Sally’s after the gig. She pushed her way through the door, lit a Marlboro Light, and sat at Sal’s kitchen table. ‘You will never guess what happened today!’ Alex said dramatically.
‘You fell off the stage? Your pants fell down? You were spotted by a talent scout?’ Sal laughed.
‘None of the above.’ Alex smiled. ‘But, as well as me being word perfect and getting loads of cheers and no heckles, I only met the one and only Jessica Morley.’
‘No shit Sherlock, what’s she like?’ Sal exclaimed.
‘I hate to say it, but she’s actually really nice.’
‘No, I mean what does she look like?’ Sal asked inquisitively.
‘Annoyingly, she’s actually really pretty and she doesn’t look her age at all. She’s really confident and was wearing trendy clothes. I can see why Dan fell for her.’
‘So what did she have to say for herself?’
‘Not a lot really. She was really considerate where Evie was concerned, said what a beautiful little girl we had, and made a point of telling me that Dan did all the disciplining. I know she said that to put my mind at rest.’
‘So, no pistols at dawn then?’
‘Not at all, we were both very civil. It’s all water under the bridge now. I’m glad I’ve met her actually. It’s strange not knowing who your child is spending so much time with, and at least now I know.’
Sal stood up. ‘As much as I love you, Ali Meadows, you are going to have to go now, as I have a hot filly waiting for me in my boudoir.’
‘Dirty bitch.’ Alex laughed. ‘I’ll get off then. See ya soon.’