Let them EAT CAKE
Feb 24, 2021
3 minutes
My phone chirps for the fifth time since the kettle boiled. Messages are coming so thick and fast that my first cup of morning tea isn’t brewed yet. Who can possibly want me so desperately at 6.30am on a Monday?
I peer at the screen. An inward groan – all five are from Yvonne.
Knowing her since primary school means there’s a special shorthand to our communications, but any urgent message can mean only one thing,
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