“It sounds like a nice idea,” Anna said. “I used to spend a lot of time with a jazz quartet in high school.” “Did you play?” “No,” she said. “My friends and my sister did.” Were they her friends? She’d slept with two of them and managed to betray both, put the third in danger by showing up at his dorm room, left the state without telling her sister. The pan blurred before her eyes. She blinked hard and flipped the omelette.
Yes she did.
