So when I got home yesterday there was a message from Luna on my answering machine. She wanted to know if I could come over and watch a movie with her "sometime". Apparently they've finally found and unpacked the box with all the DVDs in it.

I called her back but got Donna on the phone. Conversation went something like this:

Donna: Hey Jackie, Luna's not home right now. She has a doctor's appointment. Want me to take a message for her?

Me: I was just calling to let her know I can come over sometime this week. Is she alright?

Donna: She's fine, it's just a checkup.

Me: That's good.

Donna: I just wanted to thank you for doing this. Luna seems like she's a lot better now that she has someone to hang out with and talk to.

Me: Well, thanks, that's good to hear. Better in what way?

Donna: Oh, you know her, she's so quiet and withdrawn in general. But it seems like she's coming out of her shell a bit around you. It's really great seeing her having fun with somebody. She was really upset about having to move, but now it seems like she's getting over it.

Me: Good.

Donna: I know it's an inconvenience to you having to spend time with her, but—

Me: No, it's no trouble at all. I like hanging out with Luna, she's a good kid.

Donna: Thank you, Jackie, that's very kind of you. Should I tell her you called?

Me: Please. Thanks, Donna.

I'll spare you the goodbyes.

Luna still hasn't called back. I brought the cordless phone up to my room so that when she does call I can be the one to pick up. I don't really want my mother to get involved with this more than she already is.