‘What are you doing?’I put a hand to my heart, taking a deep breath. ‘Good grief! Do you want to give me a heart attack?! You scared me! I’m j...st doing a little photocopying. Our review notes for math later this afternoon,’ I added. ‘What are YOU doing?’‘Um,’ he said, ‘well, technically, I’m skipping.’‘It’s lunch time,’ I informed him dryly. ‘You can go wherever you want at lunch.’‘Yes, but next block I’m skipping,’ he said.‘Oh. Why?’‘Well, I thought we could do it together.’‘What?!’ I. At least once a night, a customer would ask to bar-fine the pair, but Blen was still confined to the bar. On Tuesday evening, when the girls arrived for work and reported present to Mama, Mama told them that they would be representing Talent Spot at a B.O.W meeting on Thursday afternoon. ‘What is B.O.W?’ asked Amor. ‘It is a special show featuring the headline dancers from many clubs. There are competitions, and a meal is served. There is a cover charge of 650 pesos, but it is very popular,. Is that all right?”“That’s more than all right,” I’d said.That had been years ago. Shortly after, the moderator of the writing group had thrown a hissy fit and blocked us both without a word of explanation, which didn’t matter much because by then we were communicating with each other mostly by private messages and email anyway. She was an excellent editor, with a keen eye for redundant verbiage and a good sense of how a story might be improved. What I brought to the table I really didn’t know;. “I taught you three how to make spaghetti and meatballs, remember? So, if you three make dinner, I’ll show you how to use my computer properly.” Wide grins crossed their faces, once again making me want to pat their heads. They rushed into the kitchen while I collapsed on the couch.“Ok, so I’ll start by making you girls your own account. That way you won’t go digging around in my bookmarks.” The girls were crowded around me on the couch. I had Chloe on one side and Sonja on the other, with Momo.