Emily looks for help

Emily went to one of her friends’ house the next day, still painful from the fight the other night. Her friend was Elsa, a booksmart, admittedly nerdy friend of hers whose mom worked was a pharmacist. She was a chunky girl, shorter but wider than Emily, but she had a good heart. She was massaging Emily’s screaming muscles as they talked over the incident.

“What’re you going to do?” Elsa asked.
“What do you think I can do? She’s too nuts to be reasoned with, that much is clear.”
“So you’re fighting her?” Elsa gulped. “But she’s huge…”
“I know… it’s not like I’d have a chance or anything…”
“I didn’t say that…” Elsa said vaguely.