“She is fine,” I say. “Although she is wondering what the hell’s going on.”

“Just shut up and look,” Amanda says, thrusting her phone in front of my face. It takes my eyes a moment to focus.

“What am I looking at?”

“Duh, my phone. Check it out.”

I groan. “Seriously? It’s too early in the morning to expect me to admire photos of whoever you hooked up with last night, Manda. Actually, if you’ve only just crawled out of his bed then it’s too early for you to be Facebook-stalking him. Go away.”

“I didn’t hook up with anyone last night,” she retorts. “I was too busy kicking your arse at poker, remember? Now look.”

I finally sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes, letting my sight adjust to the light in the room. Then I take the phone from her hand and peer at the screen.

“HELP MAKE AVA’S WEDDING A KICK-ARSE AFFAIR TO REMEMBER!!”

There is a photo of me blazoned across the top as a cover photo. It is not one I would have picked, given the choice, but I’m guessing Amanda only had the option of what was on her phone. She’s gone with a photo of the three of us taken at my recent birthday party, only she’s cropped herself and Kate out so it’s a zoomed-in picture of my face wearing a slightly manic smile. I can see a small bit of food stuck between my teeth.

“Shit, Amanda, what the hell is this?”

“Yeah, OK, so it’s not the best photo, but we can change that.” She takes the phone back off me and scrolls down to click on the about button. “Here, read this.”

Ava Green is my best friend, and she’s recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer. She’s a top chick, actually she’s the best, and it’s bullshit that she’s going through this, because it’s not fair. Her dying wish is to throw a big wedding party as a farewell celebration of her life, but she’s broke, as am I, so I’m putting this out there to you, the good kind folks in the Facebook universe, and saying, HELP, please! If you can donate in any way, shape or form we’d be grateful! Comment or message me if you’d prefer to stay private, and please share this page with your friends and family so we can spread this wide and far! Thank you and peace out!

I groan and pass the phone to Kate. “Did you know about this?”

“Know about what?”

She sits on the end of the bed and reads what I just read. When she’s finished she tuts. “Geez, Manda, you could have mentioned you were doing this. At the very least I could have proofread it and come up with something a little less crude and a little more elegant.”

“Well, I’m sorry I’m not as poetic as you.” Amanda rolls her eyes, taking the phone from Kate.

“Says the songwriter.”

“Exactly. If you’ve listened to any of my songs you’ll know I say exactly how I feel. I don’t sugar-coat anything.”