Chapter 17

Rob was right. Before long, Abby had burst into the room full of life and energy. Even though she should be as hungover as Rose, she bounced on the bed, sliding the leftover breakfast about, and hugged her friend. It was obvious by her attire that she had probably not even been to bed yet, and her alcohol stench was strong.

“You crazy girl! Imagine going for a crawl in the garden, you drunken whore.” She laughed wholeheartedly before slumping down beside Rose.

“Excuse me! I’m not a whore… Drunken idiot, but never whore!”

“Well, true, but the way you were wrapped around my brother when he brought you in here last night. I’m not so sure. I reckon he would have only had to ask!” Again, with the hysterical laughter as she batted at Rose, making seductive motions and pouting kisses in the air.

“No?… Oh, God!… Abby tell me I wasn’t a wanton slapper?” Rose almost barked in shame, trying desperately to drag back any ounce of memory from Rob bringing her back in here.