“Sorry, I couldn’t make it, Dallie!” Nyra called her at around nine in the morning.
Dallie heard her yawn loudly at the other end. “It’s okay. You just rest up and go to church later, if you can.” She had just finished showering and was changing in the bathroom. Her mother, in the meantime, was watching a TV show in the living room.
“Yeah, later, maybe in the afternoon. I’ll go back to sleep. I woke up, ‘cause I had to pee. What’s your plan for today? Are you going to start your project and thesis?” Nyra asked.
“Uh… yeah, I will.” ‘After going out with Grégoire,’ her mind supplied. She didn’t want to tell her friend what her plan for the day was truly. She didn’t want Nyra to tease her about Grégoire and perhaps blabber at her mother or Mackie.
‘But Grégoire will come and pick me up. T
