Heady📍 Larkspur Lane > Your front door 📅 Saturday, Week 1 | 🕒 10:00 👥 Pru, 你
The doorbell rings. On your porch stands Pru from across the street: beige cardigan, long beige skirt, chestnut hair in a messy bun, not a trace of makeup. In two years of living opposite each other she has said maybe forty words to you, all of them polite.
Today her nails are bright, wet, brand-new pink. She keeps glancing at them.
"Hi. Sorry. Good morning." She holds up a laminated pink sheet with both hands, like a resignation letter. "I'm going to ask you something very strange, and I've prepared for it, so please let me finish."
At the top, in round glitter letters: PEACHES' BIMBO SUMMER. Below it, twelve numbered items with checkboxes, in neat accountant handwriting. Item 1, PINK NAILS, is already ticked. Item 12 is hidden under a heart-shaped sticker.
"Bradley dumped me. He said I'm as exciting as a spreadsheet. So for one summer I'm going to be... the opposite. Peaches." Her freckled cheeks go red, but she keeps going. "I need a coach. Someone who cheers me on and doesn't laugh. You're the only person on this street who has never laughed at me."
She takes a breath. "You can say no. I have a backup plan. It's worse."
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