6
Everleigh
“Where’s Harley?” I ask while texting her for like the seventeenth time. “I’m gonna kill that girl, I swear.”
“Oh, come on, you can’t tell me you’re surprised that our best friend is late. she’s late for a living. I think she has a degree in lateness.”
“I know,” I say, staring at my phone and waiting for her to text back. “But for this? I really thought she’d leave enough time. I even told her 5 o’clock expecting that she’d be late. But radio silence so far.”
“She’ll be here,” Ro says calmly. “She always gets where she’s going, she’s just on her own Harley schedule. It’s part of what we love about her. And she may just not have a signal. My phone was going in and out on the trip.”
“I guess.” I’m not really annoyed. Rowan is right, I should expect this of her. Harley’s a f
