(Rebecca)
"Lara?" I tapped softly on the door.
"Who is it?" She burst out. Her words were stumbling over tears.
"Rebecca. Are you OK?"
No response.
"I heard some glass breaking-"
"-I'm not trying to kill myself. Not a bad suggestion though. Where should I stick this piece? Through my neck or into my jugular vein? Aorta or spinal chord? "
I sighed, but knew she certainly wouldn't do that. Life had little meaning, she'd said, but death had none. "Is anything I say going to make you come out? Like Rose is an ugly wally?"
"Thank you but no. I'm sorry Rebecca."
Aargh. Finishing school was obviously rubbing off on her. I could even hear the punctuation marks and grammer. Aargh.
"Well anyway try and come out soon," I called, though there was still no response. Mood swings, I figured.
"Ca! Ca! Ca!" I cringed. Crow yourself. Lara wasn't around. I had to stand up for myself.
"Good morning," I said pleasantly. Aargh. Finishing school again.
"So what are you going to do now that Ritchie Rich isn't here? Read?" Aw shut up Rose. She's no richer than you are (well, maybe…) and reading isn't illegal.
Her backups, Mabel and Brittaney joined her.
"As a matter of fact I might. And I'm sure Miss Millet won't approve of your, er, language misuse," I said loudly, with the hope she might hear.
Not being sharp enough, Rose conveniently ignored my comment. And single though she was, Miss Millet was no rosebud- they always said hearing was the first to go, didn't they?
"So what is Ritchie Rich doing?"
I carefully eyed her wallet poking out of her pocket. Not a bad job.
"That is for her to disclose when she is ready. Also, she is not a guy, although I'm sure she'll be much richer now," I added as I pushed past her to my seat. Her jaw unhinged like a cartoon and her face was stupidly blank.
When she checked her pocket her expression was priceless.
And when her friends did it was to die for- and I almost suffocated chewing back silent giggles.
I had yet to teach Lara to pick pockets.
"Lara?" I tapped softly on the door.
"Who is it?" She burst out. Her words were stumbling over tears.
"Rebecca. Are you OK?"
No response.
"I heard some glass breaking-"
"-I'm not trying to kill myself. Not a bad suggestion though. Where should I stick this piece? Through my neck or into my jugular vein? Aorta or spinal chord? "
I sighed, but knew she certainly wouldn't do that. Life had little meaning, she'd said, but death had none. "Is anything I say going to make you come out? Like Rose is an ugly wally?"
"Thank you but no. I'm sorry Rebecca."
Aargh. Finishing school was obviously rubbing off on her. I could even hear the punctuation marks and grammer. Aargh.
"Well anyway try and come out soon," I called, though there was still no response. Mood swings, I figured.
"Ca! Ca! Ca!" I cringed. Crow yourself. Lara wasn't around. I had to stand up for myself.
"Good morning," I said pleasantly. Aargh. Finishing school again.
"So what are you going to do now that Ritchie Rich isn't here? Read?" Aw shut up Rose. She's no richer than you are (well, maybe…) and reading isn't illegal.
Her backups, Mabel and Brittaney joined her.
"As a matter of fact I might. And I'm sure Miss Millet won't approve of your, er, language misuse," I said loudly, with the hope she might hear.
Not being sharp enough, Rose conveniently ignored my comment. And single though she was, Miss Millet was no rosebud- they always said hearing was the first to go, didn't they?
"So what is Ritchie Rich doing?"
I carefully eyed her wallet poking out of her pocket. Not a bad job.
"That is for her to disclose when she is ready. Also, she is not a guy, although I'm sure she'll be much richer now," I added as I pushed past her to my seat. Her jaw unhinged like a cartoon and her face was stupidly blank.
When she checked her pocket her expression was priceless.
And when her friends did it was to die for- and I almost suffocated chewing back silent giggles.
I had yet to teach Lara to pick pockets.
