Chapter 3

“Granita,” said her by now significantly compacted companion, with a look that dared Billie to mock. Her face, Billie was gratified to notice, was significantly less stone-like sansscowl. Indeed, there was something about the contrast between her strong jawline and her hesitant manner that was rather appealing.

“I do like unusual names,” Billie said with rather more tact than truth, at least in this particular case. Billie had had a few girlfriends in her time, but not one whom she’d have been comfortable calling ‘Gran’ for short. “But it’s a bit of a mouthful. Can I call you Nita?”