“Come on, come on, Ellie where are you? Pick up.” My leg was jigging rapidly, what had she done? By 12.00 pm I was showered, dressed and still unable to get onto Ellie. Now it was my turn to kick her skinny butt. You couldn’t just drop a bombshell on someone and then not answer. Furthermore, you do not encourage and help your best friend’s mum to pick out a hideous bike helmet and expect to get away with it. I would put that in the memory bank for later. For now there was nothing else to do but grab my bag and pocket my phone. “Mum! I’m heading to Ellie’s.” Luckily, Ellie lived only three blocks over (be it three large blocks). The weatherman’s words echoed in my head. It’s going to be a scorcher! Lesson learned! I had water, sunscreen and coconut cream lip balm that I never left home without. I had opted for a light yellow summer dress. Cool and airy. I found Ellie in her bedroom, looking radiant as ever in her cut-off denim shorts and halter top; she looked like a catalogue model, but that wasn’t new.
