From: Bernalicious [bernadette.pw@ ubc.van.edu]
To: H [hes1@ gmail.com]
Date: 2 August 2018 19:49
Subject: Schools in South LondonHi Harry,
I know it's last minute, but it was suggested that maybe you could come with us (me, Meesh, & Lou) tomorrow when we tidy up the playgrounds at some of the schools. It's another charity thing for Meesh, and since we haven't done anything since last week I guess Grandfather is worried people will forget we're dating or whatever. So yeah, you available?
B
From: Harry [hes1@ gmail.com]
To: Honey Bee [bernadette.pw@ ubc.van.edu]
Date: 2 August 2018 20:37
Subject: RE: Gardens in South LondonI'm sorry, Bee, I'm in the studio all day tomorrow.
H.
ps. Bernalicious....?
From: Bernie [bernadette.pw@ ubc.van.edu]
To: H [hes1@ gmail.com]
Date: 2 August 2018 20:57
[DRAFT] Subject: RE: RE: Gardens in South LondonNo worries that's alright would you maybe want to grab dinner instead wow I sound like a real twat can't believe he saw Bernalicious I'll kill Lou for that who are you talking to my email shit stop listening stop stop stop delete delete delete why isn't this working bloody hell stop
From: Harry [hes1@ gmail.com]
To: Honey Bee [bernadette.pw@ ubc.van.edu]
Date: 2 August 2018 21:02
Subject: RE: Gardens in South LondonI'll be done at 17.30. Do you fondue, Bernalicious? I know a great place in Holloway. I'll be there after my session.
H.
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Bernie wiped the sweat from her brow. It was a scorcher in Stockwell, and probably not the best day to be lugging around heavy bags of mulch and carting around wheelbarrows filled to the brim with chunks of cement. But the excited shouts and happy laughs of the schoolchildren as they explored their new playground made it all worth it.
Once a large slab of cement with a few toys, the area had been transformed into a fairytale garden. There were large wooden structures the children could climb and dangle from, a sand pit with all the necessary items to build castles or dig for dinosaur bones, and a fair bit of foliage had been added, along with a pond and a friendly turtle.
Finally finished with her tasks, Bernie planned to relax for a few minutes by the new man-made pond before the unofficial press conference and unveiling of the playground. It was one of the few spots with a bit of shade and coverage from the growing crowd.
Pulling from the fingers, Bernie removed the thick gloves she'd been wearing all day. Unsurprisingly, her hands were just as sweaty as the rest of her body. Checking the time on her powder blue wrist watch before wiping her hands on the back of her jeans, Bernie mentally calculated how much time she'd have to shower and dress before meeting Harry for fondue. Regardless, it definitely wouldn't be enough.
"Don't you wish they'd have let us put one those in the back garden when we were kids?" Lou sauntered up next to Bernie. Annoyingly, Lou didn't look like she'd shed a single drop of sweat despite the warm temps and hard work. Her hair was still slicked back into a sleek high pony, while Bernie had long done away with her own in favor for a sticky, frizzy, messy bun.
Choosing not to dwell on the easy perfection that oozed from her sister, Bernie looked toward the wooden climbing towers a few of the stronger volunteers had just finished installing, where Jane was, of course, leading the pack. "That looks like the exact kind of contraption you and Eddie would have tied me up to."
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