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herself. “Maybe we won’t always be together. Maybe you’ll get that cool job in the big city. Maybe I’ll start a new floristry in Antarctica. But I’d like to think that we’re the kind of friends who could meet up one day when we’re eighty and talk like we’d just seen each other yesterday.”
    Jenine rested her head on Bree’s shoulder and smiled. Bree seemed to have a knack for verbalising exactly what Jenine needed to hear. She closed her eyes and listened to the wind whipping through the branches above them and the shrieking children in the play area. She felt comfortable. Safe.
    An ice-cold finger grazed Jenine’s neck. She jerked forward and clamped her hand over where she’d been touched.
    “What’s up?” Bree asked.
    Jenine swivelled around, but there was nothing behind her except the tree. “I thought - I thought I felt something.”
    “Insect, probably.”
    Jenine kept her hand clamped over the back of her neck. Her skin tingled as though she’d been zapped with a low-voltage electric current. “Do you want to stay much longer?”
    “Nah,” Bree said. “It’s about time we got going. You mind if I stay with you again tonight?”
    “That would be nice.” She helped Bree pack her picnic basket and shove it into the boot. The sun was hot and the air smelled of summer, but she couldn’t stop shivering, even after she got into the overheated car.
    Bree got into the driver’s seat and turned the engine over. Jenine reached out a hand to stop her. “Hang on. I want to try something.”
    She pulled the camera out of the glove box, aimed it at the tree they’d been sitting under, and took a photo.
    “Ready to go?”
    Jenine tucked the undeveloped Polaroid into her pocket. “Sure.”
     

     
    “I’ll pick up some clothes from my place on the way home,” Bree said as she exited the freeway. “Your stuff doesn’t fit me properly, anyway.”
    “Sorry.”
    “Not your fault you’re a bean-pole,” Bree teased. “I’ll grab my order forms while I’m there. I can use this weekend to make a list of everything I’m running low on.”
    “You don’t need to be in the store for that?”
    “Huh? No. I’ve got it memorised.”
    Jenine sucked her teeth ruefully. She needed a to-do list if she had more than three tasks on her plate.
    Bree’s apartment sat above the floristry. The street was quiet for a Saturday afternoon; a handful of parked cars were scattered down the curb, but most stores were already closed. Bree drove past two free spots in front of the floristry without slowing down.
    “Aren’t we stopping?”
    “Changed my mind,” Bree said. Her tone was abrupt and her mouth had set into a thin line.
    Jenine swivelled in her seat to watch the floristry disappear behind them. “Hey, isn’t that Travis’s car?”
    Bree didn’t reply, and Jenine felt acutely uncomfortable. “Oh.”
    She wondered how long he’d been waiting there for Bree to come back. Bree hadn’t answered her phone all day. He had to be worried, and it wasn’t like Bree to ignore him for so long.
    “I might have to borrow your clothes again, babe,” Bree said. Her voice had softened, but a frown had set in above her eyes.
    “Yeah, sure. Are you—I mean—”
    “I’ll talk to him eventually,” Bree said. “Just not right now.”
    “And… and you didn’t need the order forms?”
    “I’ll do them Monday.”
     

     
    They got back to Jenine’s place late in the afternoon. The air was still hot, but the humidity had dropped to a more comfortable level. Bree turned the kettle on while Jenine put the camera on top of the fridge. The three cats wove themselves about her legs, mewling and bumping against her.
    “Okay, okay, slow down,” Jenine whispered as she got their food out of the fridge.
    The mattresses and blankets were where they’d left them that morning. Jenine didn’t see any point in putting them away if they were just going to come out again in six hours, so she kicked them into