It happened this way.
It was so black on the track that you could hardly see in front of your face. Night.
But first they had to get there. Cal would have come down all paternal and disciplinarian, and Matty could never be persuaded to do anything, so Jessie asked Eli. Everyone in Bega had their licences at seventeen, and Eli almost did. He reluctantly took them in Matty’s ute, windows down, a warm, dry breeze. Tim Buckley growling out desire, the three of them squashed together, Jessie in the middle jiggling her bony knees and throwing her head around, singing along loudly, embarrassingly to ‘Get on Top’…






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