It had been a long day at work, her feet were killing her, and all she wanted was to get home. Sasha rolled her hand to hurry Bobbi along. When you kill me.” The relaxed afro curls in her short Mohawk flopped a little as she shuffled from side to side, and Sasha could see a sheen of sweat on her upper lip. Bobbi Johnson’s confessions ranged from eating the last chocolate biscuit when Sasha was PMSing to… Well, just about anything was possible.īobbi’s dark-skinned face cracked into a wide smile, her coal-dark eyes twinkling with amusement. Sasha Adams sighed inwardly, straightened her back, and spun to face her best friend. Faye, I particularly owe the potpourri moment to you.Īnd lastly, to all of you who have taken the time to pick this book up and read it. To all my family-without you, there would be little inspiration for all the funny moments in this book. My lovely beta readers, Louise and Wendy, your help made this book much better and funnier than it would have been otherwise. Your help, encouragement, and support through all my writing endeavours is truly appreciated. Thank you to the team at Ylva-Astrid, Daniela, Michelle. There were so many times you left us all lost for words, Grandad.
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