33 The Picnic

“What?!!” Sarah screeched. Her heart was thumping in her chest like it was about to escape out of her chest. Her mouth hung open in shock and she stared at her friend in disbelief. What is my mother up to? She thought to herself, worry creasing her brow until she saw the mirth in Hannah’s eyes and her mischievous smile registered finally. Hannah burst out laughing. “You should look at your face right now. You've turned white, which I didn't think was possible with your already extremely pale complexion.” Sarah glared at her, her teeth bared in a silent snarl. “One of these days, I am going to murder you Hannah so you should probably write a will as soon as you can.” “Relax there Nannie Doss, I am just messing with you. I have no intention of dying just yet, not when I finally found someone I really like.” Hannah replied dryly, rolling her eyes at her friend and popping a blueberry in her mouth. “ Who the hell is Nannie Doss and what's this about finding someone you like? Yo