Two weeks had passed since I’d returned to Sydney from Sailors Beach, and for the first time I was taking the train down from the city to spend the day with Jude. I could have borrowed a car, but I wasn’t yet confident at navigating the highways alone. Also, I liked the anticipation of it, the sweetness of delay. The slow train winding through the outer city suburbs that would lead me back to him, passing through Hurstville, Helensburgh, Thirroul, waiting to catch sight of the ocean. The taste of it first—salt in the air as we arrived at the last stop on the line. And then, stepping onto the
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