"He hasn't picked my calls!" Rita complained to her friends. "And I can't go see him at the office because of the plan."
"Then go to his home," Eka suggested, sipping from a glass of water.
It wasn't rare that one of the women chose water to the wine of the evening, maybe she was on medication; with her worry over Ben, nobody had had the chance to share anything else. Rita mourned, "That would be desperate." She didn't know his house, not that it would be difficult to find out. "And I could be wrong..." She pouted, falling sideways on her couch, placing her head on Eka's thighs. "That he might have said he loves me..."
"He did?" Both her friends shouted at once.
