Charlotte crept to the corner and peeped around. Veronica stood, hands on hips, in the middle of the alley. She screeched at someone just out of sight. The words made no sense.
“…made me look bad. Made me look like I’m behind this mess of yours!”
Now who upset her?
A muffled male voice answered. Too quiet for Charlotte to hear. Dared she go closer? Between here and Veronica was a row of skip bins, large receptables for recycling and some for garbage. If Charlotte was careful, she could slip between them and the wall of the alley.
If she sees you…keep walking. Don’t do it.
If she sees you…keep walking. Don’t do it.Charlotte slid behind the first bin and stopped, holding her breath.
“And it isn’t fair!” The screeching reduced to a loud whine. “I really, really like you.”
“Me too, darl
