‘Hi, Jo. Yes, it’s fine. I’m not busy. What’s up?’
For the next half an hour she listened to her kid sister ramble on about her latest romantic balls-up. At last she interrupted,
‘No, you’re right. Absolutely right. He isn’t worth wasting time on. You’re worth more than that.’
She ended the call. If Jo’s life was anything to go by, maybe the whole relationship thing wasn’t for her, after all. She didn’t have the energy.
She sat down on the grass. He came around the corner,
‘Hi, I’m looking for Jo. Have I got the right house?’
His tee shirt had evidently shrunk in the wash, but it wasn’t a bad look. Nice body.
‘I’ve a sister, Jo. But she doesn’t live here anymore. She got her own place a month ago.’
‘Oh, I’m sorry to disturb you. She gave me her address at a Christmas party. I lost it then found it yesterday stuffed into my Santa’s outfit. Please, don’t ask?’ he said.
‘Well, now you’re here, do you fancy a coffee?’
‘Sure. Thank you.’
The frog reappeared.
‘Wow,’ he said. ‘You don’t often see one
‘One of what?’
‘That’s a frog.’
‘And I’m a prince.’
‘Well then, I’m a princess.’