Belling the Kat
“You’re doing it again, Kat.” A little frown crinkled Belle’s high, dark forehead and her lush lips twisted in a sympathetic grimace.
I twisted around from where I’d been sitting on the counter in the Ladies, swinging my legs, and peered in the mirror. Yep, Belle was right. It was happening again. I mouthed a couple of curses at my not-quite-as-pale-as-usual reflection, and set to with the breathing exercises.
Calm: that’s the key. Or at any rate, that’s Belle’s latest theory.
She’s a good mate, Belle is. Always ready to drop work and have a natter, and any time I pop round to visit her in the house she shares with some mates from uni, she always has a tin of tuna or two in the cupboard. Which is a much more important quality in a friend than most people think, I’ve fou
