Acting Their Age
The next day was Sunday, and Abbey had walked over to Zoe’s, where Zoe’s Mother had given them a plate of cookies and a glass of milk each to take up to Zoe’s bedroom.
As soon as Zoe shut the door, she blurted out,
“Milk and cookies! She gives us milk and cookies to take up and go play in my bedroom!”
Abbey almost spilt the milk due to her uncontrollable laughter. Zoe gave her a cold stare, which forced her to put the milk and cookies down and bury her face in Zoe’s pillow to try and gain some control before she could speak.
“What on earth does she think two girls our age would do in a bedroom together!”
Then she buried her face again, still shaking with laughter as Zoe continued to give her an icy look.
“Okay, I get the picture,” said Zoe,
“and the answer is nothi
