Page 183 of The Silent Appeal

He’s a good mate.

2:30 p.m. Amelia wrote:

Can I even get on the bus with my leg still sore? It’s so frustrating I could cry!

2:31 p.m. Georgia wrote:

My bus pass expired.

2:32 p.m. Fran wrote:

Ok, I’ll pick you all up.

2:35 p.m. Georgia wrote:

Amelia broke the coffeemaker.

2:36 p.m. Amelia wrote:

Not broken, it just stopped working.

2:38 p.m. Georgia wrote:

You were last to use it and you put the pod in wrong. It got jammed.

2:40 p.m. Fran wrote:

Oh no! That’s a very expensive machine. Perhaps something is just stuck in it? I’ll have a look when I pick you up.

2:43 p.m. Amelia wrote:

When you get it going again, we need more pods. Could you bring some of the red arabica and decaf espresso?

2:45 p.m. Lucas wrote:

Cheers, Fran. Yeah, this mate’s had some trouble and we want to give his twenties a good send-off.

2:46 p.m. Fran wrote:

Will you be fit for Big Sunday? It’s a long day of set-building and rehearsing.

2:48 p.m. Lucas wrote:

Yeah, I’ll be wrecked but got a little pick-me-up if need be.

2:49 p.m. Amelia wrote:

He means Red Bull.

Message exchange between Fran Elroy-Jones and Amelia Stibson on May 31, 2025:

2:54 p.m. Fran wrote:

How did you get on with the doctor, Ams? Did they give you stronger painkillers for play week?

2:57 p.m. Amelia wrote:

No. She said I can’t have anything stronger because I’ll get addicted. I have to “push through” this stage. How will I push through the play nights?