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She was helping Heather clear the table for dinner when Thomas phoned. He sounded chirpy and wasted little time arriving at the purpose of his call.
‘Would you like to come to a play?’
‘Yeah. What is it?’
‘The students from Anton’s Academy are performing a show at Subiaco Arts Centre.’
‘Are you in anything?’
‘Not this year. I’m working on something else.’
They arranged to meet in the foyer Friday night at seven.
The Subiaco Arts Centre was a modular building set in neat gardens. It was almost dark when she walked from the train station down Hamersley Road and entered the car park. As she approached the building she saw Varg in the foyer chatting to a small gathering. Trepidation pulsed through her. Was this the purpose of Thomas’s invitation? Surely not. She squashed an impuls
