THE NEXT AFTERNOON, I plugged the address into Bertie’s GPS. Darwin wasn’t big, but it was still unfamiliar.
When I first learnt to drive, I used to study the route in the Melways before leaving the house. Even if I had someone in the car giving directions, I had to look it up myself before we left. I’d relied on Adam a couple of times to navigate, but I’d felt anxious not knowing where I was going.
I loved this GPS. It was still technically someone giving me directions, but I could see the route mapped out when I entered the address, so I at least had a general idea of which direction to go. And my GPS didn’t get distracted and forget to tell me when to turn.
It only took five minutes to get to Viva La Body. I scored a park out front, strode up to the front door and into the store. A w
