“Chasing pies is such a lyrical turn of phrase,” said Bettina.
“Yeah, nah—it’s how he catches them.”
Melissa smiled. Rachel had said this with great seriousness and the other two had taken the whole pie conversation as a joke.
I’ll find out, thought Melissa, but slowly. Let this place reveal itself in its own time. There’s something about it that reminds me of my book covers. And water. It’s greener than the rest of Robertson. And it’s a different palette. I will find out why. I bet Bettina works it out first. All those shades of green. She’s clever with colour.
Dessert came upon the four (it was fruit salad, not pie), and the topic changed, then Rachel excused herself.
The three stayed at the table. Finally, they were properly face to face after a very long time.
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