The best friendLea was still buried under the blankets when the phone rang. Reluctantly, she reached out an arm and grabbed her phone on the nightstand.
- Anna, what is it? Is the building on fire?
- Well, it’s eleven o’clock.
- Actually, it’s a quarter to eleven and it’s Sunday morning. – Lea pointed out, – Us single people can afford the luxury of sleeping in.
- You single people are also incapable of minding your own business, apparently. - replied Anna, raising her voice.
Lea sat up.
- Andrea just called to ask me if he can spend a few days with us around Christmas.
- So?
- So, Andrea was in Padua with his father last weekend and Sergio did nothing but rant about my wish to have a baby with Marco. Since you’re the only one I’ve told so far, I guess I know where he got this info
