Pree
“Tell me everything,” says Su after I get out of the bathroom wearing her soft material purple pajama. She sits cross-legged on the bed and chews on the salted roasted chestnuts.
“I still can’t believe I get to do a sleepover with you. Tell me I’m not dreaming because I feel like I am.”
“I can’t blame you. I admit. Things went way overboard today. Every single thing.” She shrugs. “And yeah. I’ve never had a sleepover before. Your parents never allow it, even if it is my house and me we are talking about. I still find it hard to believe that they do.”
I chuckle. “To put it correctly, my parents didn’t give me permission. Only my mom did. She got to make the call because dad was away on business.”
“I’m glad she allows it. I’ve wanted to do this with you for a long time. Your dad is
