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11:07 a.m. Lucas wrote:

I’ll take you to lunch. Ams coming too.

11:07 a.m. Georgia wrote:

We should go out just you and me. Cousins together

11:08 a.m. Lucas wrote:

We will. Promise.

11:08 a.m. Georgia wrote:

How’s the gym?

11:10 a.m. Lucas wrote:

Tough workout but what I needed after yesterday. Got a week of the play and Lunar, too, so need to bring A game, babe.

11:11 a.m. Georgia wrote:

Yeah? Which workout?

11:15 a.m. Lucas wrote:

Leg day. Tough as FUCK but banging. PT upped my reps and weights so gonna feel it tomorrow, but lactic acid ain’t gonna make itself, right?

11:18 a.m. Georgia wrote:

Fuck off, Lucas, you lying shit. Look out the window at the bus shelter. I’m waving at you. Been watching you for half an hour.

11:19 a.m. Georgia wrote:

You’re sitting in Mirage having breakfast with fucking Nicky-Rose. Hope she’s paying.

11:19 a.m. Georgia wrote:

Knew you were up to something. She your cougar?

11:21 a.m. Georgia wrote:

When you’re done, give me a lift home and you can think of an excuse for Ams. You’re the fucking expert after all.

To: Carol Dearing

From: Sarah-Jane MacDonald

Date: June 2, 2025

Subject: Hello

Hi Mum,

I know we’re not talking, but just wonder how you are. Don’t know if Nicky-Rose told you about Big Sunday, but the rehearsals didn’t go well. On top of that, Celia got her rallying email in before Kevin. His steaming reply accidentally went to the whole mailing list, as you probably saw.

The NADA judge wants a cushion and an interview with Agatha Christie, which are both suitably surreal for him to find moderately amusing.

How are your rehearsals going? Do Mendhams have a Big Sunday like we do? Your director must’ve received an email from the judge too. If it’s the same judge then they won’t be at your play on Thursday.