Melvina tweaked on her seat, excitement not letting her stay at a place.
Calm your horses down, Melvina.
She heard her mate say to her through their common mindpath.
Well, how could she be calm? That was her best friend of so many years standing there, looking all plump and beautiful just like before.
It has been seven years for fudge sake, seven years since she had seen the latter. So, how could she stay still and calm now? It was nearly impossible.
She actually felt like dragging Sheila away from the people, from this crowd thirsty for information to a super quiet room where they could hug and gist properly like before.
If only Tempest and Anthony's mother were around? It would have been terrific, just like the good old days. She thought, getting sad for a second.
She missed her crew. But still, she was happy that at least Sheila was alive.
