I laughed. ‘It’s good hearing you again, Helena.’ ‘You too, Leigh.’ Keys tapped, her computer chirped. ‘Ugh, I know this is lame . . . don’t go yet . . . I know we never say this, and I promise again nothing’s wrong, but I just wanted to say I love you, and Mum—’ ‘You’re sure you’re not drinking?’ ‘Come on.’ ‘We do too. Same back.’ ‘Same back?! Helena, are you listening?’ ‘I’m listening!’ ‘OK. I’ll let you go. I can’t wait to see you again, some day.’
