At Eves, she invites us in. Livvy went straight home as she had a family party. "Poor Livvy!" I think. But then Chelsea calls, "Come on Beth!" So I step inside and slam the stiff door shut. Inside, I sit down on the brown sofa and immediately I sink into it. "Who wants drinks? We've got lemonade, coke, squash, mik, water, anything you want really!" Eve asks. I ask for a lemonade and follow her when she goes into the kitchen. "What do you want me to do?" I say, offering my help. "You don't need to do anything at all, but if you must, grab that biscuit tin and box of cakes and lay them out on a plate. The plates are in there." She points to a cupboard opposite the fridge. "I know, I know!" I moan, in a jokey way.
