‘Morning, guys, and good timing. It’s five past ten by my watch,’ says Madge on opening her front door to the three teenagers, before any of them have a chance to knock on it. ‘Come in, come in. My friend will be here any minute,’ she adds, stepping outside her front door to look up and down her street, and then stepping back inside again.
Ellie and the boys stop talking straight away and watch Madge. All the guys are dumbfounded because they’ve been chatting so fast and so furious for so long, they’ve arrived at Madge’s house on autopilot, and Ellie has even forgotten all about having to be there before ten o’clock.
‘Five past ten? Ten o’clock? Oh yeah!’ mutters Ellie, now remembering her meeting time, as the boys just look on bewildered.
‘See, boys!’ says Ellie, nudging Johnny. ‘I tol
