"So," she said, again.

"Uh huh?"

"When are we doing that girl's weekend you promised me?"

"Um. When are you free?"

"For you? Always."

"Charley... be serious for a bit, will you?"

"Shan't. Won't," she laughed. "How does two weeks time sound? I've got a gap in my manic social life then."

I riffled through my mental calendar, and snorted ruefully at myself. Of course I was free.

"Um... it sounds... nice?" I admitted.

"Want me to come down to you? Or shall we look for something midway?"

"Actually, I'll come to you. I... I want to see where you live; It would be nice to see somewhere new and...