Chapter 6

I soon realized that Sidd made an excellent tour guide, as he was not only outrageously funny but engagingly smart too, and perhaps most importantly, he spilled the tea like an anonymous user on Twitter so that by the time we lowered ourselves onto the chairs of an outdoor café named after a sixteenth-century Italian chateau that I soon forgot, I was drowning in the knowledge of a completely different side of Wilkinson I’d never suspected I would be privy to.

To cut a long story short, everyone was having sex with everyone, and it was so messy I itched with a need to dip myself into a vat of hand sanitizer.

I sat right beside a bustling sidewalk, wide-eyed and biting into my foil-wrapped turkey sandwich as I listened, occasionally stopping to take a big gulp of my overpriced fizzy water so I wouldn’t choke on sudden fits of laughter that gripped me each time he took it upon himself to make commentary on whatever piece of gossip he happened to be lett