Fern was back home, a sigh of relief out of her mouth. Doria was cooking dinner for her, as Fern inspected her ballet skirt and her shoes, testing them again and again and again.
Just then, Fern heard a knock on the door.
Doria turned to the door to answer it.
She opened it.
"Is Fern home?" called a familiar voice. Fern squinted.
"I'm sorry, she isn't," said Doria. "She's busy,"
"I see,"
Fern squinted some more.
"Who was that on the door?" she asked.
"Nobody,"
Fern did not believe her. She brushed her mother as she headed for the door.
"Fern, what are you doing? It was nobody!"
Fern slammed the door open.
"What?!" said Fern.
It was Francine, standing at her door.
"Francine?"
"Hi," replied Francine casually.
"How do you know where I live?"
Francine shrugged. "I have my ways,"
"What are you doing here?"
"I just came here to apologise for what I said. I felt like a shitty bitch for saying that in front of your face. I want to make up for this and because you are such an awesome dancer, I want to treat you to a meal and a drink of something. How would you like that?"
"Fern, come back in!" her mother called from the inside. "You need your dinner and rest. You need to have a good night's sleep to be healthy enough for the concert,"
"MOM, NO!" shouted Fern as she went back to her flat and popped a coat around her.
"Fern, wait!" called her mother. "Your dinner!"
But Fern did not pay any attention to her, as Francine and her left for outdoors.