I don’t know where you are, but you’re supposed to be here.” I shoved my phone in my pocket and took a seat at the counter of the malt shop at the shore theatre. We were supposed to meet up for milkshakes, and a cheesy horror flick. However, she was late, and I didn’t see her anywhere. “Could I get a vanilla milkshake?” I asked the pimpled face teen behind the counter. He smiled and nodded pulling one of those shiny metal cups from under the counter. My phone chirped. I pulled it from my pocket and hit the call button. “You are a dirty bitch,” I said in our customary greeting whenever one of us screwed-up big time. “I totally forgot. I am so sorry,” Karsen moaned into the phone like a babbling idiot. And then she giggled. “Doesn’t sound sincere enough for me,” I told her. “We got caught up, I am getting my nails painted and there is this man who Audrey says gives the best massages in Cherry.
