"Well have a great weekend, then" Miranda said. It was a couple of days later, and Rona had packed her bags and was just about to step out the door to catch the tram into the city.

"Yeah" Rona said, playing it cool. "I'll try."

"God Rona, it shouldn't be that hard. When do you get back again?"

"Monday."

"Cool. Well you just make sure you do come back!" Miranda always feared that Rona would one day move back to Sydney; that she'd disappear from her life altogether.

Rona just gave her a funny look, as if to tell Miranda that that was a strange thing to say; which in fact was exactly what she was thinking.

"I hope you're dad's good" Miranda said. "I hope he's better."

"I hear he is" Rona said. "His girlfriend's really good. She's a good carer, my aunt says."

"It's nice that they all get along" Miranda said. "It sounds like they do."

"Yeah," Rona said, "it sounds like they do." But then she thought better of it: "Nah, I'm being mean to them. They're all grown up. They get on pretty well. As well as they can."

"As well as they can" Miranda repeated. "That's all you can do."

"By definition" Rona pointed out.

"Smart-arse."

"You love it."

"I do." Miranda smiled; she cocked her head. "Weeeell . . ." she said, dragging the syllable out.

"Yeah" Rona agreed. "I'll see you in a few days."

"Have a good flight."

"I'll settle for boring" Rona said.

Miranda thought: boring doesn't sound so bad, really.

Have a good weekend everyone, whether you're flying interstate or not. Good night!