“That’s gorgeous,” Letitia said.

“It’s three dimensional. I love the way there’s no symmetry to it,” Claire said.

“That style lends itself to using shells and stones,” Bella added.

Mary spread a necklace in front of her. “You and I have similar taste, I think Keely.”

They admired Mary’s work and very soon they were all busy with their pieces, chatting and laughing. Keely relaxed and immersed herself in the happy atmosphere. She didn’t know the people that the four women talked about but there couldn’t have been anyone left in Margaret River they hadn’t discussed by the end of the night. Keely finished her bracelet and had started another before it was time to pack up. Reluctantly she folded her things away. She would have been happy to keep going – being with these women had been motivating. Even better was being able to go and select things from Mary’s shelves as she needed them. She couldn’t wait to get back and add her new purchases to her collection.

They gathered at the door of Mary’s shop to say their goodbyes.

“Sometimes, Letitia and I meet during the day at my place if you’d like to join us, Keely,” Bella said. “I have a little cottage near the river end of town. Mary will give you directions.”

“Unfortunately, some of us have to work for a living,” Claire said.

“Make more jewellery, dear, and you could live off your creative earnings.” Letitia’s tone was pompous and they all laughed.

Keely and Mary waved as the other women headed for their cars.

“Your bracelets really are quite unique, Keely,” Mary said. “The other girls sometimes put their finished pieces in my shop to sell. As you can gather, there’s not a living in it but we do okay. If you ever want to do the same, I’m sure your range would be popular.”

“Thanks.”

“How are you getting home?” Mary asked and a large yawn escaped her. “Sorry.” She patted her mouth. “I love getting together with the girls but it makes for a long day. Do you want me to drive you? My car’s out the back.”

“No, thanks. I’ll be fine. Flynn is in town and Anna said I can wait for him at her place.” She waved and took a few steps up the footpath. Mary went back into her shop and Keely could hear the sounds of the door being locked behind her.