Bridget and I caught the train to the coast early Saturday morning. I brought my Discman and enough CDs to get me through what I was sure would be a weekend of hell. We sat across from each other, Bridget reading the latest issue of Dolly magazine while I lost myself in my Savage Garden album.
There were 7 stations between ours, and the Terrigal Train Station was located at the end of my Mother's street. It's how we used to travel here before I started driving, we'd pass the time by playing games like eye spy but not today, today we didn't speak a word to each other. The phone reception along the way was sketchy 2G, so I couldn't even text Kate.
We arrived just after 9 and made the short walk from the station to the house. I noticed a familiar red Mazda parked out front.
"Great, Aunt Be
