“Hey there” “Are you sleeping?” “I was.” Mads chuckled in her Colombia roast voice. A mighty yawn crackled down the phone wires. “So, what’s going on?” “Nothing much.” Lucy squirmed a little. It was only a slight evasion of the truth. “Nothing much at seven-thirty in the morning, hmm?” “Well, it’s nine-thirty here.” “Quit stalling.” “Okay.” Lucy took a deep breath and shifted the phone to her other ear. Outside her window, the little blond girl over the road was busy walking a scraggly looking mongrel on the end of one of those expanding leashes. The dog had the leash at full extend and went for broke. “I delivered my first amends.” “You’re a superstar.” It always sounded so much better in that voice and Lucy preened. “Which one?” Some of the gilt came off her cookie. “Mr. Martin.” “The man whose shop you egged?” “That’s the one. Only, I broke the window as well.” “How did he take it?” “He was nice.” Lucy watched the raddled fur ball drag his owner around the corner.
