Rainbow gets a hand up.

It’s not every day that I get a panicked phone call from Sebastian begging me to meet him at the Flaming Buns Café near the office in which I pretend to work. I put on my heels and hurried down to see what could be so troubling to his poor soul.

“Sebastian,” I said taking a pavement seat beneath an umbrella outside the Café. “You look terrible, dear. What on earth is the matter?”

I adjusted my skirt, a little shorter than strictly necessary for the working environment, but very stylish all the same. I often wear a tennis style skirt, pleated and a solid color. A very pleasing sensation on my legs, I must say. I sat quietly and listened to Sebastian as he poured forth his news.

It transpires that Rainbow has lost her job, again! She’d been working at a new bungee jumping centre a little up the canyon. Anyway, this time it really doesn’t seem to have been her fault. I mean, really. You’d expect a war veteran to mention his prosthetic limb when going bungee jumping.

“That was most unfortunate,” I said to my distressed friend. “If there’s anything I can do to help, you must let me know.”

Sebastian had that sheepish look some people have before they ask a favor. He looked really very awkward.

“Go on,” I said. “Out with it.”