Tina had a wonderful night of dreams. In fact it was the first time in ages that her dreams had been happy. Usually in her dreams she did not feel any emotion much.
The phone rang. It was Becky, although for a moment she thought it was her friend Docky, their voices sounded so similar.
I am fine she told Becky, I am so sorry to hear Sam is sick, give him my love when you see him
Tina chuckled to herself, remembering how last time she was sick Becky had bought over this big pot of nettle soup for her…
Really though, she was so grateful for her friends. Al seemed a bit worried about her at the moment, but then he was such a worry wort, she thought fondly.