3.20
That desolate feeling returned. Setting aside her friendship with Heather and her new bond with Gordon, her friends had become straws, her own heart a grabbing hand. She missed Josie terribly and still no email. She’d often thought of contacting her friend, but her resistance won every time; she must have twenty attempts stored as drafts in her email account. Their friendship demanded resolution like an incomplete artwork waiting for those final brushstrokes to tie the whole thing together. She hadn’t heard from Thomas since the play; another friendship requiring resolution, or at the very least an air-clearing conversation.
She was wandering around the back streets of Fremantle’s café strip, about to enter a small shop in search of baby toys when, straight ahead of her, walking wit
