"Mrs. Fredricks!" Bridget says pleasantly. You must have woken her up, because she's wearing frumpy cotton pajama pants with a pink narwhal design. "Hi. What a surprise!"
"I know!" you say. "But what can I say? I wanted to come by, and... You know." You shrug, in what you hope's a Motherlike gesture.
"So what can I do for you?"
Your jaw wobbles. Bridget looks so alluring with her brown hair, usually in a ponytail, matted to her back from lying on top of it. You can imagine what it's like to lie there... But that hardly seems important now. You have to tell Bridget what happened, and hope she trusts you. If she doesn't, then you have two people against you, and you're not sure how many friends and family you can offend before they cart you off to the funny farm. Do yo dare risk it?
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