12
Tug-of-War
‘Maggie … it’s my lunch hour. I really needed to get into town to drop off the Christmas charity box at the homeless shelter and you know I can’t use a phone while driving.’
‘I’m sorry, Renee. I just really needed to talk to you. My word, I feel like a little girl….’
‘Oh. Wait. I’ll put you on speakerphone. That’s okay, isn’t it?’
‘I believe so.’
There was a rustle of activity from Renee’s end. Maggie sipped her cup of tea and made herself comfortable on the telephone table. The words were stumbling over themselves, but she concentrated on ordering them correctly before unleashing them on her unsuspecting best friend.
‘Right, I’m in position, Mags. Shoot.’
‘There’s a guy … he’s really nice but I keep treating him like dirt … he breeds cats and reindeers … and I think
