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six men twice her size in a brawl.
    Don’t be weird.
    Granted, it was a small window of opportunity, more of a siege castle slit that would spew boiling oil the moment Q said something she was thinking, possibly about spewing boiling oil, but it was a window and it was open and she was going to make the most of it.
    Don’t be weird.
    â€œHere we are, Quinny,” said her dad, pulling into the car park. “I can’t see your friends, though.”
    What if they weren’t coming? What if they’d googled her and found pictures of the spit roast at her twenty-first birthday?
    â€œWe might be early,” he said. “You said they were meeting at five?”
    Calm down. They’re vegans. They don’t know about the internet .
    Q got out of the car and waited beneath a tree. Her father retrieved her pack from the boot and put it on the path by her feet. She was shocked to hear him wheeze from this brief bout of exercise. They needed to have a talk.
    â€œIs that them over there?” her father asked, pointing to a Kombi van pulling in to the other end of the car park. It was painted with rainbows and bunnies and clouds. Sprawling above the windows in large pink letters was the You are What You Eat logo.
    Q shuddered. “Oh God. I have to ride in a hippy van.”
    â€œQ! Good to see you!” Angela said. “What were you saying?”
    Q startled. She hadn’t seen the woman approach from the train station behind her. “I said, oh good. I get to ride in a minivan,” Q said. “This is my dad.”
    â€œHello, Mr Q.” Angela shook hands with Q’s father and grabbed Q’s pack. “Wow, this thing’s pretty light. Plus, if you drop it in on a pile of leaves, it’ll disappear.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œBecause it’s made of camouflage fabric,” Angela said.
    Q considered Angela’s blue-wheeled suitcase and had sudden doubts about her own. “I got it at an army outlet store,” she said. “Is it weird?”
    Angela grinned and walked over to the You are What You Eat bus. The Yowie Bus. Q smiled despite herself and followed.
    Most seats were already taken. Q scanned the faces. She recognized three women by the avatar names she’d given them: the Scarlet Terror, Tinkabella and Princess Starla; all young and attractive in a weedy kind of way. No doubt more competition for Rabbit’s affections, although no contest at all in a straight-up brawl. There was also a man with glasses she’d nicknamed Sheath of Power, and Angela, who had already pulled out a paperback romance and was reading with her head resting on the window.
    Rabbit sat in the driver’s seat. “There’s a spot up front,” he said to Q. She waved goodbye to her father and walked around the van to the man of her dreams.
    â€œQuite a ride you got here,” she said.
    â€œIt seats nine,” said Rabbit, stroking the paneling of the door. It was the first time Q had ever envied steel. “I painted her myself.”
    â€œWow.” A whole five hours of driving time sitting next to Rabbit, inches away from bliss.
    â€œWe should get going,” Rabbit said. “The other van left half an hour ago.”
    Q walked to the passenger side door and opened it. Pious Kate sat in the middle of the three-person front seat. “Oh,” said Kate. “You’re coming.”
    â€œSeems unlikely,” Q said and hopped in beside her.

Chapter Ten
    Q watched another four-wheel drive overtake, beeping as it sped past. They had been driving for over an hour. Was the traffic coming out of Sydney more frantic than usual? She turned on the radio for a news update, but found static.
    â€œI didn’t bother fixing it,” said Rabbit. “It never says anything good.”
    â€œNo worries,” Q said, but her spider sense was tingling.  No, hang on, that was her belly whinging. She rubbed it. Could she cram down a