'Are you serious?'
Agatha's expression almost made her sister wilt.
'She's too young for you.'
That was code for you're too fat and frumpy for her.
'That didn't stop you with those Austrian ski instructors. Or the mechanic. Or stop you trawling the divorced club for quickies in school toilets.'
Miss Broomhead looked shocked. She obviously hadn't been informed about Agatha's exploits. Ada had a feeling that Agatha had been selective of her history. She bet she hadn't told her about the sugar daddies Agatha used to have.
Agatha could tell what her sister was thinking and did not like Ada's uncharacteristic smirk that accompanied it. Ada knew too much and it was only her good nature that stopped her from ratting Agatha out. But Ada didn't seem in her usual placid mood. Ever since she'd met that woman, she was restless, a little sharper in retort. The script between them appeared to be altered and Agatha was unsure around this subtle change emerging. She would have to start to watch her step and it bothered her.
'You can think what you like, we are comfortable with each other' said Ada firmly. 'We are prepared for comments and gossip. But we don't need your commentary on it.'
'Don't mind me if it doesn't work out' Agatha muttered as she downed her whiskey. Broomhead cautiously sipped her Seedlip gin and tonic. She would be having words with Agatha later. She didn't begrudge anyone their past but…
Ada left the disgruntled duo with a smile. She had a surprise birthday picnic to plan for Hecate and was looking forward to seeing her once she got home.
'Was she utterly awful?'
'Despicable. But I hinted that I could do some damage by spilling too many stories and I think she got it. It's possible she may find herself single before long.'
Hecate smiled mischievously and pulled her down on the sofa for a kiss. It was the most wonderful feeling to know that nothing else mattered but them.