"Hey B," Stephanie says into the phone.

"Steph Hi," Brooke replies from the other line on the phone.

"Are you home?"

"Yeah. We're back. It was -"

"Can you come over?" Stephanie interrupts her.

"Rude," Brooke drawls in an offended tone.

"Please?"

"I'll be there in ten," Brooke agrees.

"Thanks," Stephanie hangs up.

She really needs to speak to Brooke right now. Not over the phone, face to face, eyeball to eyeball.

She has to tell her the crazy shit that happened today.

She stands and walks into the kitchen to get herself ice cream from the fridge.

With a spoon and tub of Ice cream in hand, she walks...