Forty-Nine
Lunch is wonderful.
But of course it is. Jed organised it. And Jed knows me better than anyone in the world.
Retro opened in the city not long before Viggo arrived. There were flyers up on the noticeboards at school and stuck to telegraph poles in Bangarra. It’s a fifties’ style rockabilly cafe, but its gimmick is a jukebox with music from the forties to the nineties.
And it has special days that celebrate particular decades. Sometimes, it has nineties’ days.
Of course, I’ve been longing to go, but I never mentioned it to Viggo. I knew there was no point asking.
Jed asked me one day if I wanted to go with him. Viggo was there, though, so of course I said no.
But my heart ached.
Now, my heart is singing. It may be singing bad nineties’ bubblegum pop, but it’s singing.
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