Helen was at it again.
“Winnie, have you got any plans for the weekend?”
“No I haven’t, why?”
“Can you feed my cat?”
Again, poor Laura had been sucked into her trap. Laura texted me to explain it all, and again, my blood raged. "Feed it broken glass," I said.
It was half-term, meaning college was off, so my night was open. Laura texted.
L >>Do you have any plans later?
D >>No I haven’t. I thought about going for a run, but I remembered I’m injured Would you like to hang out?
L >>Can you look after my cat?
She’s hilarious! She’s so, so funny! *Swoon*