It was always just us, ever since we met at Renton in year six. Renton was this co-ed private school we all went to in Melbourne. We used to meet at the train station before and after school. Natasha and Molly were friends already. They had started at Renton in year four. Mike and I had become friends because we were the two new kids at school in year six. Then one day, as these things happen, we just started somehow talking to Natasha and Molly on the platform of Glen Iris station. Kids from about five or six different schools all met there, to smoke to delay as long as possible getting to school. Not that we were smoking, yet. Anyhow, that’s how we met. I wish I had a better story about it but I don’t. We’re all graduated. Oh, graduated is so American I shouldn’t use it. We finished year
