“Well, this is awkward,” said Donna, breaking three ehn of silence, as she faced both Simon and myself. We were seated side by side, evidently not looking at one another. “More Bazi tea?”
“Yes, please,” said Simon, as Donna lifted the delicate ceramic tea pot.
“No,” I said.
“I can see you’re not happy, Cassandra, with me inviting your companion here.”
“You were always very observant, Donna,” I said, bitterly.
