Asking for a Friend
Annie announced proudly, grinning like a cat who got both the canary and the cream.
Denise clapped her hands excitedly and crooned, “That’s such good news. That will be way better than going to a party with people who aren’t even your friends.”
“That’s true,” Annie agreed, taking up the spatula in her mixing bowl with renewed vigor. “Do you think he’ll take us fishing again?”
“I don’t know, bug,” I told her. I’d been wondering the same thing, but I didn’t think so. It was freezing out this week and the weather forecast for the weekend wasn’t looking much better. “We’ll see, but whatever we do, it will be fun.”
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