Interchanging Instinct
As soon as I was in the door I threw my bag on the couch and speed dialed Sandy’s landline, in need of some urgent girly talk relief. “Hey wassup?” Sandy’s brother Squirrel answered.
“Hey, is Sandy there?”
“Oh, I think she’s over at Britt’s house. Or still at the beach.”
“Thanks.”
I quickly tried Britten’s place.
“Girlfriend!” Thankfully Britten answered immediately after only a few rings. “You’re back! How was it?”
“Fabulous. Went really well.”
“Oh you are so more fabulous.”
“Aww…” I replied, then we both started laughing at Britten’s randomness. “How was training? Did I miss any goss?”
“Yes! Well I can’t tell you myself, but Sandy has goss!”
“Ohh! Please…”
“Shall I wake her up?”
“Is she asleep?”
“Totally crashed out on the couch. I’m so nearly there m
