For the life of her, Marie could not work out the attraction. What did Helen hope to gain from her acquaintance? Yes, she may just be a lovely, friendly woman who treated all folks equally. But this was ridiculous – they were in different stratospheres. How did the song go, “I say tom-ay-toes” and you say “tom-ah-toes”. Andrea went to Ascham, followed by Arts/Law at Sydney, then into Blake Dawson with the offer of a partnership in her early thirties. Whereas Marie slugged through Retail Sales 101 at the local TAFE to spend the next seventeen years helping women like Helen choose the latest silk-linen ¾ sleeve number off the rack at David Lawrence.
And here she was in the lane, puffing away to calm her nerves. Each day another poster sloshed up and others tagged. Riff raff. That was her station in life. Gym partner or no, this must stop.