“The worst part,” Josie continued, “is that everyone keeps calling him a serial womaniser. What the fuck. He’s a serial womaniser who’s never shown the slightest interest in having sex with me. What’s so wrong with me!”
“Nothing. He probably does want to fuck you, and if he doesn’t —“
“See, he doesn’t want to fuck me!” Josie turned on Sarah to look at herself in the mirror. She sucked in her stomach and arched her back, twisting her hips from side to side. “I’m fat. I’m fucking old. My skin’s shit. I look very Jewish—”
“Josie, you’re twenty-six.”