The sun was just setting over the sea. From a viewing spot along the path out to Sharker’s Rock, Joan lifted her glass of wine and turned to Grace.
‘To you and me, best friends.’
Grace smiled and lifted her own glass. ‘Best friends.’
They drank. Out across the sea, ripples of orange and red flickered in the dying light. A few seagulls glided across the water. Down by the shoreline, a couple of kids were throwing rocks into the sea, while from the promenade, the soft sound of music drifted over to them.
‘Mum loved the design,’ Joan said. ‘She said she’s going to call the sign people next week, then register with the council for a change of business name. “The Blue Sands Friendship Café”. It sounds great, doesn’t it?’
‘Then she’s not selling?’
Joan shook her head. ‘Once she found out S
