“Are we having a good day?” asked Lacy. She flopped down next to Tim on the school’s lawn and settled herself.
“A great day!”
“Speak for yourself,” said Charlie as he followed suit. “What’s got you so chirpy?”
“All’s well in Timbaland?” asked Lacy.
“More like with Timone and Pumba,” Charlie snorted.
“Why you always got to be such a sourpuss, Charlie?” Tim asked. Turning his attention to Lacy, he said, “I’m pretty sure I know what’s been going on with Tom, and it’s got nothing to do with Amanda or any other two dollar hooker,” he said.
“Do tell,” Lacy said.
“Yes, please, spill it. You know we all live for your drama.”
“Cut it out,” Lacy said.
Tim felt bad for Charlie at times like these. He knew it must be difficult to share in someone else’s happiness when you hadn’t ever had any
