They savoured things. One day, Dell said, they would have more of everything than they needed. They could buy a whole box of chocolate-covered liquorice. Today they didn’t know where the next bit of food was coming from. Diane said chocolate-covered liquorice got her through early sobriety. That even now the smell of it made her feel better. It settled her down. She had given them this piece – but when? Neither of them could remember, and why had she given them only one? Surely she wasn’t that tight. Had one of them not eaten theirs then? Had they saved it? Had they gone halves on one and saved the other for later? Maybe Diane had given them only one as a test? To see what they’d do – to see if they were getting less selfish. Maybe Diane couldn’t see both of them anymore? Perhaps they didn’t fit in anyone’s reality anymore. They couldn’t remember. It was all a fog. They could remember things people did to them at primary school. That time they waited in a queue almost all of lunchtime to go on the flying fox, and then someone cut in front of them right when it was their turn. They remembered that they never got what they wanted and someone else always got all the attention. But they had no idea where the liquorice had come from.

‘Were you hiding it?’ Peggy asked.

‘What?’ Greta was chewing. They both looked at each other, chewed. ‘Is that even possible?’

They didn’t know.

‘I found it in the bag,’ Greta said. ‘This morning. And then we were cleaning the changing rooms and I forgot about it and then we were here, and I remembered it again.’

‘Heidi makes me crazy,’ Peggy said.

Greta nodded. ‘Heidi and Dell.’

‘They don’t agree on anything,’ Peggy said.

Greta nodded again.

‘What do we need for bread?’ Peggy said.

Greta dug into their canvas bag and pulled out the notebook Dell had given them for the phone calls. She opened it up to the back pages which they used for things other than the phone calls.

‘It was in the Alison Holst book,’ Greta said. ‘I copied it out.’

‘When?’ Peggy asked.

‘The same time I was hiding the liquorice,’ Greta said. ‘We need yeast and flour and that’s about it.’

‘Water,’ Peggy said, looking at the recipe. ‘We need water.’

‘Yeah,’ Greta said and they both laughed.

‘Do you know where the yeast is at the Big Fresh?’ Peggy asked.

‘Do we know where anything is at the Big Fresh?’ Greta asked.

Peggy laughed. ‘Touché,’ she said.

Greta closed the notebook up and folded it a bit. It was getting dog-eared.

‘Is that notebook weird?’ Peggy said.

Greta looked at it.

‘Like her giving us that notebook when we already had a notebook and it sort of came out of the blue. Where did that come from?’