On the other side of town to Bobbi’s apartment, in a suburb with big houses with long driveways, a conversation was taking place.
“You know, I’m really not sure about this still…” The speaker was a well-spoken girl of average height with blonde hair.
“I’ve told you; it’ll be fine” came the reply. This speaker was another girl with a short mop of brown hair with dyed red and black streaks in it. Her speech was nowhere near as refined as the first speaker.
“I’m still not sure about this leg…” continued the blonde girl, whose name was Kate. To demonstrate what she meant she raised her left leg in its designer jeans to waist height and flexed her knee. This leg had not long ago been in a full length plaster cast and this was the reason for Kate’s doubt.
“Well, I am sure about this leg” cut in Emma, her companion, slapping her right hip. Emma was wearing tatty cut-off jeans which ended near