sixteen
‘You’re a Rebel!’ Gloria shrieked with excitement.
‘I’m not a Rebel, I’m going to be their backing singer.’
‘Well, that makes you a Rebelette then.’
Elizabeth rolled her eyes heavenward. ‘I think you’ll find that’s what their female fans are called.’
‘Well, whatever,’ Gloria whooped with excitement. ‘You’ve done it, babe. I’m so proud of you.’
‘Thanks.’ Elizabeth shook her head, a bemused expression playing on her face. ‘I still can’t believe I’ve got the job.’ She was striding through Dulster town centre, her phone pressed to her ear.
‘Have you told Blooms to stick their job yet?’
Elizabeth smirked. ‘Just on my way.’ Pausing beside a pedestrian crossing, Elizabeth told Gloria she’d speak to her later in the week, then cut the call.
The traffic ground to a halt and she cro
