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Coal Hill was out for the weekend, and two schoolmates lay in the grass in the park sharing a deep conversation.
“Do you ever wonder,” Annie whispered, “why are you here?”
“Yes!” Susan propped herself up one elbow. “I’ve never met a hu— another person who understands.”
“It’s strange to think about, isn’t it? You’re here, in this moment, against all the odds…”
“Yes!” Susan’s eyes were shining. “London, 1963. We could be lightyears away, or timeyears. It’s not like we chose to be here. But…”
“But here we are, with no map to tell us where to go.”
“Oh,” said Susan, “Grandfather found some maps at a bookshop.”
Annie laughed at that, though Susan wasn’t sure what was funny.
Then she reached out, squeezing Susan’s hand. “I’m glad I’m not the only one searching for the meaning of life.”
Susan blinked. Who said anything about the meaning of life?