The Guest List

by Lucy Foley

Luis squints. “Not really. I mean … I remember she left uni. Didn’t she? I remember him being pretty cut up when she broke it off. Always thought she was a bit too smart for him.” The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach grows. “That video that did the rounds, remember?” Jethro says.

This sickness cannot be alleviated. It has gone down deep inside me, the poison of this new knowledge. It has found its way to my very core.

“Yes, Freddy. Or, as I think you used to call him: Fatfuck.