Page 106 of Girls Will Be Girls
I hope you mean bang*
But no, I didn’t…
Louisa:
Do we need to start playing matchmaker?
Buck:
We? Aren’t you cute being a we already
Louisa:
I rescind my offer…
Buck:
So cute!
This time I put my phone face down on the table. No more texting…
Did I mention I’m pathetic?
Louisa:
How are my beautiful angels?
Frida:
I can’t tell if this is a good mood or bad mood text?
Dylan:
It sounds bad mood to me
Louisa:
Why is me calling you beautiful angels a bad mood?
Frida:
It’s not?
Louisa:
I wouldn’t say bad per se…
Dylan:
Knew it
INCOMING GROUP CALL FROM FRIDA
“Hello, my grumpy little angel.” Frida beams through the phone when I answer.
“I’m not grumpy.” I protest, putting her on speakerphone before laying the phone down on my chest.
“Listen to the little grump.” Dylan coos, her voice sounding distant with a slight rumble in the background.
