We walked another ten steps or so before a Tarzan yell reached my ears, and I was forced to turn and look at Geraldine who was swinging across the terrain with a vine wrapped around her waist and a platter full of buttery bagels balanced on an outstretched hand. “My ladyyyy!” Geraldine called and Tory broke a rueful grin as she turned too, folding her arms in some attempt to look irritated while we waited for Geraldine to land.
Thats so funny and so cute
