Chapter twenty-two in which  Alice reveals her true nature Alice, full of beer and vague longing, was spellbound.      ‘Milos knows him,’ she blubbered to Marcela who’d already slept with Martin, and therefore couldn’t  have cared less.      ‘Maybe he could introduce you,’ Veronika suggested, winking at Vendula over Alice’s head.      As luck would have it, Alice caught that ‘as if’ look and immediately turned on Vendula.      ‘You’re a fuckin’ idiot, Vendula!’ Alice shouted at the top of her squeaky voice.      Vendula didn’t say a word. We didn’t think a response was required.      ‘You think you better than me, don’t you?’ Alice screeched, going red in the face. ‘But you’re nothing!  Nothing!! Nuh-thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!’      It was quite a pathetic scene. Of little consequence to anyone except those who were in it. Marcela and...