End of the road

Her message sounded very matter of fact. She was hard to understand, due to background noise and that confused me. It was five thirty in the morning on a lonely country lane in Suffolk. Where did the noise come from? My finger hovered over the delete button, but providentially Sonya came through the office door.

'What’s it like to kiss a boy, Millie?'

I was incandescent and finished her off as only siblings can.

'Jesus Christ, Sonya. Right now, must it be?

'Yes - this lad last term - before the holidays. He wanted to kiss me and now he’s going to ask...'

I freaked. I shrieked.

'Just go and kiss the stupid prat and find out for yourself, and shut the effing door after you!'

'Sorry,' she flounced, 'I was only asking.'

She spun on her heel and headed back out the door.

'Well it’s not exactly rhubarb-patch stuff, is it?' I shouted after her.

She shut the door with a very loud and ostentatious bang th