I spent the next two hours listening to Alleigh’s pathetic though sincere tale about the letter she had received from her dad, while brushing out her hair and taking off and then reapplying makeup. Finally, I added just a touch of rouge, and she was done. Our usual spiel was over.
“Girls! Brownies are ready!” Mrs Thomas’ light voice rang over the intercom in Alleigh’s room. I went over, touching the button, saying we would be down soon.
“Ready All?”
She nodded, and I took her hand. We walked down the stairs together.
I reached for the kitchen’s swinging door, but Alleigh pulled me back. “Bee?” I looked at her. “Thanks.”
The brownies were delicious.