I shake my head. “They’ve texted. Sporadically. Ooh, should I splash in this puddle?” “Please don’t. So, then, is Lianne planning on telling Katy?” I step in the puddle anyway. I’m wearing rain boots, and what’s the point of wearing rain boots if you don’t splash around? It makes Sophie squeal and complain that I’ll get her jeans dirty, and I laugh and hop in the water again.
