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It was the day: the triathlon and the art show. Rachel and Aurelle had made signs to cheer Diana on during the race, and would then be seeing her at the Den.
‘I’ll be glad when this is all over,’ Aurelle said. ‘She needs a break. I haven’t even seen her at all lately.’
‘Yeah, no kidding,’ Rachel said, and although part of her had enjoyed her time with just Aurelle, she knew the balance was off. The past couple of weeks had taken a turn. Aurelle was becoming despondent, quiet, worrying about Diana and sinking into a fog. Diana had virtually disappeared into training for the race and prepping for the show, and Rachel knew that Aurelle wasn’t the same without her friend. She drank and got high so much that she seemed like she was in a race for oblivion, and Rachel suspected that, with
