Chapter Thirty-Three
TWO MONTHS LATER
Jill had no idea what she was doing, nor how she had ended up on a soccer pitch, dressed in skimpy shorts and a too-tight jersey. She looked behind her. Amelia was gazing out over the pitch, focused on the position of the ball. Speaking of, where was the ball? Jill should probably keep an eye on it as well, seeing that she was playing in defense. But even if she did, it wouldn’t make any difference to the team. She was just here to make up the numbers, because who in their right mind wanted to compete in a soccer tournament on Boxing Day? Amelia Shaw, that’s who.
Amelia now had such sway over Jill that she had, firstly, convinced her to join the Darlinghurst Darlings and, secondly, persuaded her to play in the tournament. As a psychiatrist, she inst
