Lovie was really sick of being tired. She stared at the ceiling above her bed, mapping the small cracks and bumps in the plaster. Eventually, she gave up and went to grab some coffee, returning to the room with a small pot. No pastries, this time. She had to get Jo up and out for breakfast early. They had a long day planned. A familiar bass line broke the silence as Jo’s cell phone declared “Baby’s Got Back.” A hand snaked out from her general location and grabbed it, pulling it under the covers. There was a muffled ‘hello’ and then she sat straight up, as if she were on puppet strings. “Hamish! Hey! No. I was just-” Jo eyed Lovie’s mug. “Having coffee with Lovie.” Lovie took the hint and poured her a cup. Jo accepted and mouthed a thank you. “Today? Wow, sure. That would be fun.” The bright smile that lit her face dimmed. “Oh, well...hang on.” Uh oh. Puppy dog eyes. “What is it?” She already knew. Jo covered the phone. “Would I be a horrible friend if I hung out with Hamish again today?”
