Victoria Mbabazi’s Reviews > Ghosts > Status Update

Please don’t have a femmo date on the morning of my wedding

You never know someone’s true politics till you go to their wedding

"I miss my husband every day. He was not like your lovely boy-friend, he was very set in his ways. But he brought me a cup of coffee in bed every morning until the day he died. Fifty-eight years of being woken up with fresh coffee. Aren't I lucky?"
"Very," I said. "Very, very lucky."

She liked scandal, gossip and salaciousness

(all tall people are smug, whether they know it or not).

"He's nice, but • • . I don't know. He did a couple of things that cringed me out a bit. He's the sort of man who lies in bed after you've had sex and waits to catch your eye and says 'Hey.'"

It’s not a book club, Nina, it’s a literary salon