THE GIRLS OF SUMMER“Will they or won’t
they come?”
Daisy wasn’t sure if the party on the beach the previous night counted as her
official ‘goodbye’. She hadn’t asked outright (uncool), but she’d made sure
everyone knew what time she and her family were hitting the road the following
morning.
In the last ten days, Daisy had
bargained a lot with a higher power she wasn’t
sure existed. This morning was more of the same, “Please, please let
them be here when I go!”
Katrina didn’t usually do Friday
mornings. A sour-faced middle-aged woman had served them their breakfast,
grunting in response to a request for more toast. Daisy, her eyes and ears on
constant alert, found her gaze darting between the door and the window.
There was no sign of them. The
car packed up and the bill sett
