Dusty: It was nice of your boss to let you skip your shift.
Jamie: He’s a good guy, he’s my best mate. Brooke, why don’t you go and practise your fairy dance?
Brooke: But Mummy –
Jamie: Go on, sweetie – I just need to talk to Dusty.
Brooke: Well, you should just SAY that…
Dusty: I don’t think you’re pleased to see me – I don’t blame you.
Jamie: I don’t know if I’m pleased or not! The last thing you said to me was ‘See you in two weeks’. That was nearly five years ago and halfway across the world.
Dusty: I’m sorry. I can explain. You look just the same as I remember, Jem.
Jamie: No-one calls me that anymore…you don’t look the same at all. Not just your hair – you’re thinner – you look a lot older. And you’re limping – do you want to sit down for a bit?
Dusty: No I’m okay –
Jamie: Well, I want to sit down. Come on.
Jamie: You don’t seem to have much to say for yourself.
Dusty: Just not sure where to start. I’ve been going over and over in my head what I’d say if I found you –
Dusty: – it’s just that you imagine how the conversation will go but you don’t ever really know what the other person will say…
Jamie: At least you got to think about it – it’s all unrehearsed for me!
Dusty: Your little Brooke has a way with words. She’s like you, isn’t she?
Jamie: Mmm…
Jamie: …she’s got your hair and nose, though.
Jamie: I guess you might want to let that sink in for a while…
Jamie: You know where to find me now, if you want to talk again.
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