We walked outside into the courtyard garden at the back of my place and picked up some surfboards as the next lot of heavy raindrops began to fall on us already.
“Sure?” Sandy asked.
“Sure.” I smiled. “And, it’s your turn now…”
Sandy was out the door and loading the board onto the top car racks as fast as you could say her brother’s name Squirrel, and it was my turn to not let her get away with details she just had to spill about Rye. And I smiled at the thought of us now having car time with no escape.
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The rain pelted down on the windscreen as we drove out. The atmosphere was starting to feel a little colder and I realized I didn’t appreciate the warmth of the sun, until it’s not there. I pulled my knees up to my chest and stared out the window as we turned into Britten’s street
