Bridget Noonan — 19 November 2020

Ah, Fosterberry. I remember the first time I met you. It was out the front of Annie's Rushall St house, and you were wandering along the nature strip, having thrifted a board game (maybe Scrabble?) from someone's hard waste, and you were on your way in to challenge Willson to a game. I thought you were the most beautiful and charming girl I'd ever met. You still are.