She rings three times before I answer.
She talked non stop. “So are you going to go? Oh come on you have to go. It’ll be fun.” she said.
I melted the butter. Put in the salt. Placed the small cake in the oven and listened as she spoke. I made a coffee and stared down at the brown liquid moving in swirls around the mug.
The girl's head slowly drifted into my mind. Her greasy torn hair. Her bright blue eyes staring at me never blinking. The small giraffe toy she held never letting go.
“I’ve failed,” I thought.