I wish I’d trusted my instincts. I look around. It’s the crème de la crème of my least favorite people. Except for Ben, who I can’t see. And they’re all in party mode. Holly is immediately on the prowl for weed so she can catch up. Eliza is getting into her running skins and shoes the minute we arrive, itching to dash off. Unfortunately, Ben “my body is a temple” appears to be as much out of it as everyone else. He lifts a languid arm as I approach, but I don’t really feel like joining the girl queue surrounding him. The flat in Snow Gum Flat refers to the grassy area next to the river. I decide to play mother and pitch our tent. Holly and I are in a two-person tent, and Eliza has brought a one-person tent, because she will be spending the whole time sprinting around like a maniac. Like me, she won’t do any drugs, and she’ll be in bed early and up early. She is so self-sufficient. I asked her this morning while we were yanking out weeds if there is any boy she likes.
