“The supposed affair between you.” She leaves it hanging there, not knowing what she wants either of them to do with the insinuation.
“We are not having an affair,” barks Jack, looking at Paige.
“I wasn’t talking about you two,” says Rachel. “I’m referring to the affair that you say Ali is claiming to have had with you.”
Jack coughs and takes a swig of his drink. “That’s when she started hassling me, yes.”
“So, before she’d met Will?” asks Rachel, double-checking the facts.
Jack thinks about it before nodding. “Yes, but I don’t see why you’re obsessing over the semantics because whichever way you look at it, you’re dealing with a pathological liar—pure and simple.”
Rachel shakes her head. “Yet the selfless act of looking after her mother only makes her a better person.”
Jack and Paige look at her, their expressions etched with confusion.
“And the lie we thought she told about David Friedman appears to be true,” Rachel goes on.
“What’s your point?” asks Jack.
“My point,” says Rachel, battling to keep her frustrations under control. “Is that it’s already been proven that she’s not quite the liar we had her down for.”
Jack laughs disbelievingly.
“So, I’m left wondering what else she’s said that might not be fabricated.”
Jack looks from her to Paige, like a rabbit caught in headlights.
“Hi, excuse me,” comes a voice from behind Rachel.
She swings around to find Kimberley standing there, Ali’s cousin who she sat with at dinner the night before.
“Oh, hi,” she says, trying to curb her irritation at the untimely interruption.
“I’m really sorry to bother you,” Kimberley goes on, “but I just wondered if everything was all right.” She’s speaking to Paige more than Rachel.
“This is Ali’s cousin, Kimberley,” offers Rachel.
“Hello,” says Kimberley unnecessarily. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be poking my nose in, but when I saw Ali out there with you a little while ago, she seemed to be upset.”
Paige’s jaw tightens.
“Is she okay? Has something happened?”
“She’s fine,” says Paige haughtily. “A few too many drinks have got her a little over-emotional, that’s all.”
“Oh,” says Kimberley, smiling, visibly relieved. “That’s hardly surprising—it’s a big occasion.”
“It’s certainly that,” agrees Paige, taking a cigarette and lighter out of her clutch that’s on the bar. “Can someone keep an eye on my bag? I’m going outside.”
“I’ll join you,” says Jack hurriedly, as if worried he’ll be left alone with Kimberley.
“I didn’t mean to interfere,” Kimberley says, fretting that she’s caused offense.
“You didn’t,” offers Rachel, as she pulls Paige’s bag toward her. “I’m glad I’ve got the chance to speak to you, actually.”
“Oh?”
“Can I be open and honest with you?” asks Rachel.
Kimberley’s brow furrows in anticipation of what she might be about to say. “Of course,” she says.
“Have you ever…？” Rachel starts, before asking herself if this is really the right thing to do.
Kimberley looks at her wide-eyed, waiting for her to go on.
But Rachel knows she shouldn’t, because it will be crossing a line that she would never normally cross. Yet if those perimeters hadn’t already been infiltrated, she wouldn’t be in this position.
“You’re family,” says Rachel, with a smile to soften what she’s about to ask. “So you’ve known Ali for a long time, and you know her well.”
Kimberley nods. “We’ve grown up together.”
“So, have you ever felt that she…？” Rachel racks her brain for the best way to put it. “That she embellishes the truth a little?”
Rachel wants to close her eyes because she’s afraid that Kimberley’s horrified expression will confirm that it’s just her world that she’s messing with. And right now, it would be a great source of comfort to know that she fucks with everyone’s.
But shockingly, and rather unexpectedly, Kimberley throws her head back and laughs. “She’s the biggest exaggerator I know,” she says. “But that’s what makes her so fun and exciting to be around.”