Ebony walked to her favourite café on Pier Street. Today was quiet. Mondays usually were. Tuesdays were busy because of the little street market along the footpath. Wednesdays were quiet in the colder months, but for the rest of the week she kept away from the thoroughfare unless she and Brad indulged in brunch. When she left the townhouse, she pulled her scarf up to cover her nose and mouth. Every now and then, the seaweed that washed up on the beach had a pungent smell which wafted all over the neighbourhood. Today was one of those days. It was the only thing about living here that she didn’t like.
Brad, Sandy, and Tomy were Ebony’s only friends in this life. Although she had two more friends in this life than she had in her previous one, she was often lonely. Going to the café filled a
