‘Are you crazy?’ Cat asked.
Hayley looked up from the sketch pad. She had been drawing Cat pacing the floor of her living room, she was sure she had worn a path in the carpet. It was five minutes past five on Monday afternoon after school. Cat, Diane, Sharon were around and Hayley’s childhood friend Allyson.
Allyson looked different today, pensive and morose. She looked gaunt than and her eyes were sad. She kept touching her belly and sighing. She was sitting on the windowsill, her favourite perch in the world so she can look down below or far ahead when lost in thought.
‘Are you ok?’ Hayley had asked her concerned when she had first entered. She was the first to come.
She had nodded and turned those sad mournful eyes on her, ‘yes, why wouldn’t I be?’
‘You don’t look ok. Are you goin
