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Season 5, Episode 11

March 27, 2012

Ana reached her hand towards the half-full bottle of wine that was sitting in the middle of the living room floor. She was lying on the couch and seemed to think that if she stretched hard enough the wine would just magically come to her, without her having to move. Giving up, she collapsed back onto the cushions, her empty wine glass hanging from her hand. “Can you pass the bottle Mia?”

“You’re so lazy,” Mia said, grinning, as she unfolded her long legs from her position on the floor.

“I’m not lazy,” said Ana, “It’s just that when I sit up, the room spins.”

“Tell me about it,” Willow said. She was sitting on the floor, her back against an armchair, tugging at a part of the carpet that was slowly starting to unfurl.

“Nothing that more wine won’t fix,” said Mia, topping up the three glasses, a bit wobbly herself. Seeing as none of them had really eaten, she considered passing the asparagus rolls that Willow had made around the room as well, but settled for shoving the plate in the general direction of the others. They were delicious – puff pastry wrapped around fresh asparagus, brushed with butter and baked until crispy and golden – but at the moment, the wine was a tad more popular amongst the present company: probably something to do with the fact that asparagus had less of an anesthetising effect than alcohol.

“I cannot believe that I’m getting divorced,” Ana groaned, downing half her fresh glass of wine and then popping an asparagus roll in her mouth. “I mean,” she continued amidst sprays of puff pastry, “who gets divorced less than a year after getting married?”

“You and Kim Kardashian,” Willow said.

“Well at least I’m in good company then,” Ana said, laughing.

She took another sip of her wine, sneaking a glance at her friend, who was still tugging at the carpet. “The whole room will unravel if you keep doing that,” Ana said, jokingly.

“Sorry,” Willow said. She stared picking at a loose thread on her jumper instead. To Ana, it seemed as though she were somewhere else entirely tonight. Considering everything that had happened, this was not unexpected, but there was something… Ana couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“How are you holding up?” Ana said lightly.

“I’m doing OK,” Willow said, smiling warmly. “Honestly.”

“Well if you need to talk….”

Willow took a gulp of her wine. “Well actually, there is something I need to talk to you both about.” She picked at her jumper for a bit longer, before eventually telling them about the engagement ring that had been found on Robert’s body when he was taken to the hospital.

“Holy shit!” Ana exclaimed, forgetting her wine-induced dizziness and abruptly sitting up. “He was going to… I mean, you were going to… married? You were going to get married?”

“It sort of looks like that, doesn’t it?” said Willow, laughing lightly.

“That’s… well, that’s huge news,” Ana said.

“Yeah, I guess,” said Willow. “But that wasn’t what I needed to talk to you about.”

“It wasn’t?”

“No. Not exactly.” She sighed, trying to formulate the words in her mind. How did you break this news to your friends? “The thing is,” she said slowly, “It turns out the ring was worth quite a lot of money.”

“How much is ‘quite a lot’?” said Ana, confused.

“Around two million dollars,” Willow said, awkwardly.

The sip of wine that Mia had just taken found itself being spat across the living room floor. “Two million dollars!

“Yeah,” said Willow, embarrassed.

“Can we see the ring?” Ana asked. “I’ve never seen a two million dollar ring before.”

“Um, not really,” said Willow. “I already sold it.”

“Hang on,” said Mia. “That means you’re a… millionaire?”

“When you put it like that…” Willow trailed off. “I suppose I am. In a way.”

Ana and Mia stared at Willow, their mouths open.

“What are you going to do with it?” asked Ana when she’d regained her senses. “Buy a house? A car?” She laughed, excitedly. “You could buy both and still have change for a whole new wardrobe!”

“Well….” Willow trailed off and looked nervously at her friends. “I was thinking about going away maybe.”

“On a holiday?” said Mia.

“Sort of,” Willow said. “More like an… extended lifestyle change.”

“You’re going to leave Melbourne?” Ana gasped.

“I think so.” Willow said. “And I was wondering if you both wanted to come with me.”

Mia sat straight up, upending her wine glass on the floor by accident. No one noticed. “What?”

“Come away with me,” Willow said. Her eyes were shining with excitement.

“Just pack up our lives and leave?”

Willow nodded.

“Why not,” said Ana, slowly. “I mean, what’s left here?”

“Wait a second,” Mia said. “You’re not seriously considering…” Her voice trailed off. She could tell by the look in Ana’s eyes that she was, in fact, serious.

“But… where would we go?” Mia said.

“Anywhere we liked,” Willow laughed. “The world, as they say, is our oyster.”

“Hold that thought!” Ana leapt up and darted from the room. The others heard the sound of objects being hastily displaced in her bedroom before her footsteps came thundering down the stairs.

Ana presented them with an old fashioned globe; one of those ones that stood on the table and spun on its stand. “I knew I kept this for a reason,” she said triumphantly. She turned to Willow. “Go on then. Pick somewhere.”

“I can’t make the decision,” Willow said. “Shouldn’t we all do it?”

“I know,” Mia said with excitement. “Why don’t we spin the globe and when it stops you can put your finger on it and then wherever it lands, we’ll go.”

Willow agreed. They placed the globe on the small table in the middle of the room and sat around it.

“Wait!” Ana cried. “I need to be way drunker for this. This is our lives we’re talking about.” She sloshed some more wine in the general direction of the three glasses, some of which actually managed to find its targets, but most of which landed on the floor.

“Ok, I’m ready,” she said. “Oooh, I hope it lands on Spain. Tapas and Sangria.”

“Somewhere in Asia,” Mia said, crossing her fingers. “Where it’s really warm all the time.”

Willow closed her eyes tight. Mia and Ana both put their hands on the globe to spin it. Even though the orb was rusty and old, it seemed to spin on its axis forever. When it finally slowed to a halt Willow jabbed her finger down.

“How old is this globe, Ana?” Willow said after she opened her eyes. “I’m pretty sure the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics doesn’t even exist anymore.”

“Second time lucky?” said Ana.

They spun it again, holding their breath. Willow placed her finger down. She opened her eyes. “Oh!”

Mia jostled to get a closer look. “Where is it? Where is… Oh!”

Ana leaned over and nodded slowly. “I’ve never been there. Could be fun.”

“I suppose that’s decided then?” said Willow.

Ana held up her glass. “Here’s to our new hometown,” she said.

The three friends clinked glasses and, for the first time in ages, looked forward to what the future would hold.