The hen’s party
My best friend Amy was getting married. She was 23yo, same as me, and we had been best friends for ages. Of course a hen’s night was in order. I envisaged sitting around chatting, maybe some music playing and a few drinks. Unfortunately the job of organising this was handed to her older sister June. June was 26yo, married and had always been a rebel. I was sure she had slept around and she and her husband were into all sorts of weird stuff according to Amy. They tried to get her and I involved but we resisted. June made it quite plain she blamed me for her sister’s reluctance. The night of the party things were pretty ordinary at first. Lots of jokes flying and loud music. The wine seemed to be endless. There …