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and then, from the washing and the cooking and the constant background hum of “he started it! No she started it!”Every woman needs a chance to renew herself, and to reignite that spark inside of her that sometimes gets a little dimmed after everyday life gets in the way.
    So every now and then when it all got on top of them, off they would go. And they would drink, and laugh, and share stories, and they would look out over the lake and remember that life stretched further than just the boundaries of this small town. It put things back into perspective.
    And yes, there had even been , on occasion, a spot of nakedness. Sometimes when the whiskey had warmed the soul and spirits were high, they would run shrieking down to the lake and go skinny dipping under the iridescent moon.
    The men just chose the wrong night to spy.
    “Right, well if you see her,” Maggie told her father, “remind her that she’s supposed to be helping me set up the stall and run ning it tonight.”
    “ Will do.”
    “And dad?”
    “Yes?”
    “Why don’t you make yourself useful and help Willow out occasionally with her homework.”
    “The kid does homework?”
    Maggie didn’t bother answe ring him. On market days most of the car parks around town square, except for a precious few, were roped off, leaving plenty of room for the food stands and craft stalls and people to linger and talk. She had spied one of these precious car parks become available a mere twenty metres down the road and she quickly got back into the car and drove off to claim it. Just as she pulled up though, a black truck cut in from the other side of the road and stole the park.
    “You’ve got to be kidding,” Maggie said furiously. She double parked behind the truck and got out of her car, marching up to the driver’s door and banging on the tinted window.
    “Excuse me,” she called out, “but this park is mine.”
    The door opened forcing her to take a step back and the glint of sun bouncing off the truck’s bonnet momentarily blinded her. She heard a voice say, “show me where your name is and I’ll let you have it.”
    She frowned, the voice was familiar.
    “ Don’t be silly,” she said. “You know that’s not what I meant. I was clearly indicating to pull in here and you cut across and stole it, dangerously I might add.”
    “Well,” the man behind the voice stepped out of the truck and smiled at her, “I didn’t see you indicating. So I guess that makes the park mine. First in first served. It’s only fair.”
    She sucked in her breath sharply. It was him, the man from th is morning. The one who had questioned her parenting skills and insulted her town. The one she hoped had merely been passing through on his way to somewhere else.
    “You,” she said.
    “Yep, me. How lovely to see you again, Maggie.”
    “Mrs Tanner.”
    “Still cross with me I take it.”
    “Are you deliberately trying to annoy me?”
    “Of course not,” he frowned. “Why on earth would I want to do that?”
    “You tell me.”
    “You’re awfully paranoid, aren’t you.”
    A horn beeped out in the road and Maggie realised that she had caused a minor traffic jam to back up.
    “Well, thanks to you I’m now running late,” she said. “I hope you’re happy,” and she turned swiftly and hurried back to her car, ignoring the chuckle she heard over her shoulder.
    “Happy?” she heard him say, “Of course I’m happy. That’s twice in one day I’ve been lucky enough to run into you.”
    A s Maggie drove off again cursing under her breath, Sam and the other men who had been watching the exchange with interest exchanged glances.
    “Well well, I think it’s fairly obvious what’s going to happen there,” Henry said, stretching out a leg that had started to go to sleep from sitting prone for so long.
    “Yep,” agreed Sam. “ And it’s about time too.”
    “What are you lot on about?” asked Ray.
    “That man,” Henry said, pointing with a shaky finger to where