On cue, at the thought of Gabby my phone buzzes in my pocket.
I take out the phone, already certain who the message is from.
As I expected, a short text message from Gabby pops up on my screen - all in CAPS, but that probably doesn’t mean she’s shouting or upset - she’s just gotten stuck on Caps Lock somehow. The thought of calm, ever-serene gentle Gabby actually shouting just seems impossible. It’s totally against her nature.
The message says:
PLS COME HOME NOW. IMPORTANT. THIS IS GABBY.
Yes Gabby, I know it’s you, obviously.
Gabby always seems to forget that she doesn’t need to sign her name at the end of a text.
Besides, it’s not like anyone else would be texting me. The few friends I’ve had over the years were what’s called ‘fair weather friends’ - there for a while when things
