‘I must have been drunk when I agreed to this,’ I said with a sigh.

Jedda winked. ‘Then let’s get you drunk again.’

I followed her into the kitchen. Sam was babysitting Bindi tonight because ‘stupid dress-ups’ and ‘boring trivia’ were not her thing, which was why Jedda had come here to ‘have some fun’ while we got ready.

‘Relax,’ she ordered as she pulled a bottle of Bundy Rum out of a calico shopping bag, unscrewed the lid and took a swig. ‘Everyone will be dressing up. That’s half the fun of trivia nights. Just be grateful you missed our pimps and hoes casino night.’

My eyes gaped—I was beginning to understand Sam’s sentiment. ‘Do you want a glass?’

‘Nah. I’m getting in character.’

‘I’m pretty sure Kath would have used a cup, but it might have been plastic.’

‘You know what your problem is?’ Jedda didn’t wait for me to reply. ‘You get too hung up on details. Now, here. Drink.’

I don’t think I’d ever had rum in my life—I was definitely more a white wine kind of girl—but Ragged Point had already given me lots of new experiences, so I took the bottle and gasped as the liquid hit my throat.

Jedda smirked. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve got Coke in the car for when we get there. We should take a quick selfie before we leave. Moments like these need to be documented.’

Again, I knew there’d be no point arguing, so, like a couple of teenage girls about to go out on the town with fake IDs, we snapped photos on our phones. I sent one to Saxon and Payton to give them a laugh and then decided to shoot it to Adrian as well. It was important that all our communication wasn’t negative and/or about the kids.

I’m going to a themed trivia night! I think I’ve lost my mind.

‘You ready?’ Jedda said.

‘Ready as I’ll ever be.’ I’d just slipped my phone into my handbag when it beeped. ‘Oh my God!’

‘What is it?’

Everything inside me buzzed. ‘Adrian replied to my text.’

‘What did he say?’

‘LOL. And have a good night.’

‘Right.’ Jedda didn’t sound impressed.

‘It might not seem much, but if I’d sent this text a couple of weeks ago, he wouldn’t have even bothered to reply.’

She gave me two thumbs up. ‘Good idea to show him that you can have fun without him. Now, let’s go.’

‘Be a good boy, Charlie,’ I said and then locked the front door. He and the possum would no doubt have a fun-filled night tormenting each other.