CHAPTER FOUR
Becca squealed through the phone-line like a farm animal being sheared. Linda loved making her little sister laugh uncontrollably. “Yes, I can’t believe I’m admitting you were right, but this time you absolutely nailed it.”
“Really?” her sister asked, as she caught her breath and attempted to pull herself together. “Spill it, I want all the details.”
“No saucy details yet, and even if I did, that doesn’t mean I’d tell you everything. But you were right about how he’s smart and different. I like the way we contrast. I look like a normal person and he looks like a guy from a 90’s garage band.”
Giggling like a little girl at Christmas, her sister wanted to hear every romantic detail. “Come on, tell me more. Don’t be a prude. What’s wrong with a little grunge?”
“What? What’s
