"Heather?" I heard a moment later.
I opened my eyes. Fanny was looking over at me.
"Present," I mumbled.
"Why do you like me?"
"Hmm?" I grumbled, sitting up. I looked at the others. They were fast asleep, and Abby had just drifted off.
"Most everyone else hates me," she said in that accent that I kept forgetting to ask if it was Irish or Scottish. "So why do you like me?"
"Well," I said, "you're a good person. And nice, when you choose to be."
"So why doesn't anyone else like me? I mean this is the first time Abby's even come to one of my slumber parties, and that was probably only because of you."
"Oh, I'm sure they do, they just don't realise it. Besides, it's their loss if they can't open their eyes and be your friend."
"Thanks," she said, and lay back down again. I lay down too.
"Oh and Fanny?" I asked.
"Yes?"
"I've never asked. Are you Irish or Scottish?"
She chuckled. "Irish."
"Kk, goodnight."
"Goodnight."