Eight
Memory 3
I went over to Em’s house with Beezus after school. Emily has her own ferret, called Ferretto Rocher. Bee and Ro have regular play dates. They’re brothers from another mother.
While they bonded, Emily and I made huge mugs of Milo and cold milk, loaded up our plates with Emily’s famous sultana scones, and dissected our days. Emily asked me the same first question every time we caught up:
“So, have you kissed Jeremy yet?”
“I’ve told you a million times, he prefers ‘Jed’,” I said, reaching over to wipe away Em’s milk moustache. “And I’ve also told you a million times, the likelihood of me and Jed getting together is about equal to finding the Tardis in the middle of the Bangarra mall.”
“Stranger things have happened,” Jed interrupts. “We can dream. One day there will be a
