It was Thursday morning, as expected the Porters' driver came to pick Gracie. She ran from her front door to meet the car outside the garden with her skirt flying high but her panty was not revealing.
"Hey." She greeted Jenny who was with her in the backseat as she panted and jammed the door.
"Hey, baby." Jenny smiled as her eyes were fixed to her phone.
The driver ignited the engine to life as he gently handled the sterling, minding his business as always.
The beginning of their journey was silent as Gracie silently appreciated that she didn't have to run for bus. Then Jenny dropped the bomb, "what's going on 'tween you and Nicholas Walsh?"
"What?" Raw panic was in her voice as she tried to crack.
Jenny lowered her phone which Barbie pink pouch was new to Gracie, even with the way she slanted her back on the door, a side of her blue eyes still glared at Gracie's frame.
"I saw the both of you.... Coming out of the janitor's closet."
