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BACK IN 1961, there stood May as she was stopping Rosie from reading what was inside her book, having her hand out to push her away.
"Kitty-Kat, you're making me feel bad by not helping," Rosie grumbled, side-eyeing her friend who was just watching her struggle.
"You know I don't mean to, honey. I'm just letting my friend read something," she grinned, enjoying her coffee.
May's lips curved into a smile. "Yup, she's just letting me read...The girl with the long-blonde hair, and the girl with apple hair." She glanced at Rosie, intrigued. "Who are those about, I wonder."
Rosie reclaimed her book eventually with a sigh. "It's my first time here, and I want to remember everything. Maybe I'll write about it later."
Katalina gestures to herself and May. "It's our first time here, too."
Rosie's brows pulsed up. "You both already know each other?"
"Nope, we just met. But...it feels like we've known each other for lifetimes," May mused. "I'm on my way to California. My bus broke down, bad luck. I don't understand why these things happen."
Katalina frowned but opted to lighten her spirits. "Because if your bus doesn't break down, then us three don't become friends."
Rosie added to that thought, "Yeah, and if I had chosen to sit at that table instead of this one, I wouldn't have met-"
The blonde sighs. "May Clutterbucket."
"Yow," Rosie and Kat say together.
"What's in California for you, May?" Rosie inquired, adding with assurance, "I'm going to say Clutterbucket now. But just so you know, when I say it I am not making fun of you."
"Well, there's a place where people are making art and playing music," May revealed.
"Sounds cool. Where is it?" Katalina asks, her curiosity boiling.
"It's a place called Topanga Canyon. I'm sure I'll love it."
Rosie's face brightens hearing such a name. "Topanga... What a beautiful name for something you want to love," she remarked, jotting it down in her notebook. "I'm gonna remember that."
