Description Pop music blares from the radio.
Because she knows about.
I know she will help me pick up the pieces.
But now my husband has walked out, I need her more than ever.
School runs, dog walks, a shoulder to cry on over a glass of wine, we\'re inseparable.
Naomi and I are best friends.
A thud.
The screech of tyres.
The thrash of windscreen wipers against the driving rain.
She sings drunkenly from the backseat.
Description Pop music blares from the radio