Chapter Forty-Three
Friday, October 20th, 2000, 10:27 pm
“Oh God! This is heaven!” Zoe said. “I love Ben and Jerry’s!”
“Do you think they know it spells BJ?” Gemma asked, licking the last of the Phish Food ice cream from her spoon. She thought she might be sick – she was so full!
“I suspect somebody would have told them by now!” Angie chuckled. “Anyone for another drinkie? Zee-Zee, your usual?”
“Yes please, Angie,” Zoe replied, collecting the plates.
“What can I do to help?” asked Gemma.
“Well you can come and choose your poison sweetie!” Angie told her, walking out towards the lounge. The thigh boots clattered like gunshots on the tiled floor.
Gemma chased after her, catching a dirty look she got from Zoe.
“Gosh this apartment is really amazing, Angie,” she said.
“You despise me
