Felicity Lewis paused a minute to take it all in.
It was a balmy night in Adelaide; the temperature had dropped just enough after a hot March day for perfect outdoor entertaining. At number seventeen Herbert Street, West Beach, two streets back from the ocean, a party was in progress. Behind Felicity the carefully selected mood music resonated from the curved teak speaker, enough to be heard but not so loud people couldn’t hear themselves speak. It had been a birthday gift from Ian and Greta, not a total surprise, not any kind of surprise. She’d dropped several hints, which included leaving shop brochures lying around opened to pages with the desired gift circled.
The speaker sat on the polished shelf below their wall-mounted television in the big open-plan family room that stretched almost the full width of the back of the house. The glass doors to the deck were all thrown open. Around her milled friends and family enjoying the food she’d cooked and the drinks she’d selected.