A TRIP AND A FAVOURThe cycle
ride back was marginally more comfortable,
starting as it did downhill. It was still a
challenge to keep up with Katrina who cycled as if she was jet-fuelled,
and in no time the gap between her and Daisy widened.
A horn beeped loudly as a van sailed past her, almost making her
fall off her bike. An arm waved at her from the passenger side, but the vehicle
didn’t stop. It beeped again at Katrina when it passed her.
Katrina stopped her bike to wait for Daisy to catch up.
“That was Kippy,” she said. “They must have got that job finished
early. We can stop at his work on the way back. Want to?”
Yes and no. Yes, Daisy was desperate to see him, but all her happy
imaginings of their romantic reunion hadn’t looked like this. At the very
least, she should b
