Early Friday evening, and Rona was on the 'phone. "Yeah, so I was on Brunswick Street meeting up with Alain and Mal, and I met this chick Sacha. I talked to her for a while, she was kind of cool."

"How d'you mean?" asked Rona's friend Brent on the other end of the line.

"I mean . . . I dunno, seems like she's not the type to take any crap, y'know? I dunno, I just dug her."

"So how did you meet her?"

Rona rolled her eyes to herself. "Oh, fucking Alain thought she was checking him out, or something?"

"Was she?"

"Nah, it's all bullshit! You know what Alain's like."

"Yeah" said Brent. "Shows she's got her head screwed on right, then."

Rona laughed. "Oh, he's not that bad!"

"Nah" said Brent, "he gives me the shits."

"So I guess you're not coming tomorrow night then?"

"What, to hear Mal's band? So I get to hang out with Mal and Alain both at the same time? Not bloody likely!"

"Well it won't just be them! What about little ol' me?"

"Sweety, I can hang out with you any old time."

Rona laughed. "Well thank you very bloody much! Fine, but why don't you come and meet this Sacha chick though?"

Brent shrugged on the other end of the line. "Yeah, I'll meet her later." He paused. "Tell you what, though: sounds like Hannah'd like her."

"Ha! What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing, nothing. I haven't met the girl. I'm just saying stupid stuff here. I'm not even thinking about it."

Rona accepted this. "Yeah, well Hannah'll probably be there anyway, so we'll see."

"Well have fun then!"

"Yeah, I'll tell Alain you're missing him terribly!"

"Great, just what he needs, another ego boost." Brent laughed and they both hung up.