I put myself down on my bed. I had to shoo Scooter off the pillow so I could lie down properly.

Just as my eyes were shutting into blissfully dark slumber, the rude ringing of my cellphone awoke me again.

Not bothering to check the caller ID, I answered it and put it to my ear.

“Yes?”

“AIDS! Hola, hola!”

I sighed. “Hi, Emma.”

“You sound hoarse.”

“Maybe it’s because I’m sick?”

“When did you manage to get sick? I hung up on you twenty minutes ago!”

“Do I look like I can control influenza?”

“Good point.”

A smile twitched my lips. Emma was the best of the best, even if she had her little downs. “So, why’re you calling?”

“I wanted to make sure that you hadn’t gotten depressed out of your skull and dramatically jumped off a cliff into the raging ocean!”

“And the catch is…?”

“I’m going to be in Ireland tomorrow!”

I shot up in my bed, hands clutching at my sheets. “You what?!”

“You don’t sound happy.”

I started to laugh, tears gathering in my eyes. “You don’t know how happy I am!”