No, you couldn’t have been… that skinny girl at the Witches’ workshop.
Pale skin, dark hair… she gave me a hug. She was really nice.
I don’t remember much else. But she was really, really nice…
She had her own things going on. I didn’t ask too much.
…
I don’t feel it was you.
I think it’s more likely, you were a member of the bikies, roaring by…
Us women, at the Witches’ hut. Safe. Protected.
Dancing barefoot on the grass.
And the guys — outside on their motorbikes.
