“How Reeva’s way better off without Rakesh.”
“I thought we figured that out years ago.”
“Oh my god!” Jaya cried out indignantly, appearing behind them. “Why do you guys always hate on Rakesh? It’s so rude.”
Reeva bit her lip apologetically. “Sorry. But in my defense, they were the ones saying it, not me.”
“Ugh, whatever,” said Jaya. “Does anyone have any wine?”
“Aren’t you breastfeeding?” asked Sita.
“Are you drink-shaming me?” countered Jaya.
“There’s a bottle waiting for us in the laundry basket,” said Reeva. “Bathroom?”
They all nodded in relief.
“Fuck yes,” cried Sita. “I’ll get samosas.”
“I’ll get some glasses,” said Jaya.
“Guess I’ll do dessert,” said Lakshmi. “If you’re sure it’s okay to go up now?”
“Of course,” said Reeva. “What else would we do at afuneral?”