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had been pushed under the carpet for the last fifteen years and Rach and I had never really talked about it again. Rach and I had been best friends ever since the age of four when I’d pushed a slug into her mouth in a sandpit, but we’d had a massive falling out when at the age of fourteen we’d both fancied the captain of the boys’ football team, Pete Griffiths.
    Rach looked at me with a smirk.
    ‘It’s true, Bee - you could have scarred me for life.’
    ‘So’, went on Tash. ‘I think that Rach should have some hypnotherapy, and whoever does it can take her back to when she was fourteen and see if she does still feel strongly about what happened.’
    ‘Oh great, so she travels back in time on some couch and I’m there holding her hand, and then she suddenly thumps me in the nose with all her years of built-up resentment and frustration,’ I retorted. ‘That’s a brilliant idea - you can forget that.’
    ‘Actually I quite fancy the idea of being hypnotised,’ Rach said, looking at me with a glint in her eye.’ It could be fun.’
    That was typical of Tash to go stirring up an ancient hornets’ nest between me and Rach. I sat there sulking, mopping my bread into my pasta sauce.
    ‘C’mon, Bee, it will be fine,’ soothed Kaz, as Rach nipped to the bar to ask for another bottle of red wine. ‘It might even be fun to watch - if she goes back to a past life or something and she tells us that she was some seventeenth-century maid who was seduced by some wealthy landowner or something, it would be better than watching Pride and Prejudice .’
    I couldn’t help but smile.
    ‘Knowing my luck, I will also have been in some past life with her and I will turn out to be the wicked housekeeper who beats her for having an illicit affair with the master of the house. Then I’ll end up being punched twice in the face,’ I said.
    I scraped back my chair to declare the meeting closed. Kazza suddenly grabbed my arm.
    ‘Not so quick,’ she instructed, fishing in her handbag. My reactions weren’t fast enough. Bemused, I looked at the ripped-out picture in front of me from one of the celebrity magazines. It was Clive Owen, brooding and gorgeous, with dark eyes. Before I even had time to drool, Kaz stuck something sharp into my arm. ‘Owwww,’ I yelled.
    ‘That was your first treatment,’ Kaz said, smiling as she put the pin back in her handbag.
    I was really annoyed. ‘That hurt, Kaz,’ I complained.
    ‘ Well look at Clive now,’ she instructed. And I had to admit she was right. Clive had suddenly lost some of his attractiveness.
    ‘ That’s it, I don’t need any more treatment,’ I grumbled to Kaz.
    Climbing into my Mini outside the restaurant a few minutes later, I was still rubbing at my arm.
     
    I couldn’t wait to get into work next morning, to see if there was an email from Kaz with the minutes of last night’s meeting. And there it was, the little envelope flashing in the corner of my screen. I clicked open my email.
     
    PROGRESS REPORTS.
     
    * Soph’s wedding to be discussed in more detail at the next meeting, as reminder of the last wedding disaster proved a bit painful. Proposal to skip onto planning the next few weddings for the next few weeks.
     
    * Willy-seeking catfish. Rach re-raised the possibilities of breeding some of these fish for later use. Tash said we didn’t want to be seen as using torture tactics, and asked could we go to prison for it, but Rach quite excited at the thought of becoming willy-seeking catfish breeder, especially as she has a spare room in her flat which she could turn into a lab.
     
    * Beauty Flash Balm. Each girl, except Bee, to go to the department store in town to get a tube. Tash said she swore by it to make her skin look younger. Bee barred from Beauty Flash Balm as she can’t be trusted to handle a toy boy satisfactorily.
    Kaz then took a picture of everyone close up with her digital camera as she is going to keep a photo diary of our