This Is Me From Now On Page 16
by Barbara Dee
“Oh, lovely, I absolutely adore old dogs,” Francesca cried. She did that heart-attack thing. “Old dogs are like poets, don’t you think? They have such deep, deep souls.”
Nisha gave me a look like, Please tell me she didn’t say that. But I just grinned back at her and shrugged. It was hard to imagine LilyNishaEvieFrancesca, but who knew, maybe it could work. And now we’d be going out for big, embarrassing sundaes. That was definitely a start.
I grabbed my cell phone and my Bubblelicious, and checked to make sure my amber necklace was clasped tightly around my neck. Then all four of us ran down the steps and out the door into the freezing sunshine.
