NOW
‘What’s the deal with Felix?’ Marianne asks. ‘Why was he such an arsehole?’
I frown at the interruption.
‘Are we talking about a diagnosed psychopath or was he just an annoying older brother?’
‘Do you want me to keep going?’
‘Sure. I could do with some clarity, though.’
I hide my smile because she is hooked.
I could tell Marianne another story about Felix that might answer her question.
I could tell her about the way he liked to spit in my food when Mum and Dad weren’t looking.
I could tell her about the one time I looked at his laptop search history (and immediately regretted it).
I could even tell her why his high-school girlfriend had to leave the school in Year 12.
But all I say is: ‘We’ll get there.’
Because, Felix? He was the worst.