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During her lunch break the following Friday, Rose had arranged to meet her mum at the local shopping precinct. She parked her car next to a Warburton’s truck and watched people rushing back and forth with trolleys full of groceries. Rain was falling steadily from a slate grey sky and the air smelt fresh; full of flowery scents and recently cut grass. Rose flicked on the windscreen wipers and then the heating to demist the car. As the window cleared, she peered upwards. It was too cloudy today to see any planes, but she knew Shelly was up there somewhere, winging her way back to Britain. She had received a message with news that airplane tickets had been purchased and she would be home Friday evening. They had arranged to meet on Saturday, after Shelly had slept off some of the
