The ones I saw were small and I remembered how expensive the large and high quality ones were. I even had one in my home. Silk was more readily availa...ble but not much cheaper.While looking over one of the stalls I heard and vaguely felt the scrape of a blade on my thin armour. The push was not much but enough to let me know that someone was trying to kill me.I fell away from the small push then a second as something went around my armour. This time there was a sharp pain. I turned my head and. From The Saltwater Tearoom to the Diggers's Retreat motel, I'd taken the tram to the bar so we rode in Cynthia's rusted old ute. Windows down and stereo blearing some ancient mixtape, Cynthia, being more sober, rode shotgun. Every time we hit a red light, she pulled the hand break and leant over the gear stick in a mess of seat belts and clutter, to lay hasty kisses and gropes until someone beeped at us to go. She would speed away, burning the tyres a bit each time, eager to find the next. "Mom! I didn't mean like that! Jeez..."She laughed. "I know, Brody. I'm just teasing you."We were quiet again. Ten minutes or so passed before I spoke."Do you remember what I asked from you yesterday, Mom?" Ummm, no. I'm sorry, I don't." Her face didn't give any hints as to whether she really did or not."I asked you to start focusing on yourself. I want you to start dating." Brody, I'm not going to promise anything. We'll just see what happens." I could tell she wouldn't give me more than that.. “That's not funny.” “ Yes, it is. You look good with straw in your hair.” “ Who do you think you are?” “ I know who I am. Who do you think you are thinking you can buy my farm and own me?” Angelo brushed the straw from his hair, then grabbed Sarah's wrist. “Do you want me to leave?” His grip on Sarah's wrist was tight as he pulled her closer, his mouth an inch from her's, their eyes glaring into each other's eyes. Rather than pull away, she said. “You don't want to leave. You want to see.