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Pre-Chorus

Following hockey, I dropped in at Delilah’s place on the way to work. Music filtered down the hall as soon as I let myself in, reaching the dining room to find Delilah and Nahum grooving around the table.


“Jetlag?” I suggested.


Delilah laughed, ducking back and forth under Nahum’s raised arms.


“Maybe a little bit,” she admitted. “We’re selecting songs for the wedding and reception. Do you want to help?”


“Alright,” I agreed.


My bag slipped down my arm and I rested it beside the buffet. Delilah and Nahum twirled around one last time. Then, giggling, they sat down at the dining table. I couldn’t help but smile at the way they beamed at each other, so incredibly linked by love.


“I didn’t realise just how much music you have to choose, and then how you want it played.”


Delilah pulled across her phone.


“There’s the processional, for me and for the bridal party, and then it’s whether or not you want songs for the ceremony, and music to walk out of the ceremony, and then everything for the reception.” She grinned. “It’s good, though, it’s lovely.”


I smiled.


“Do you have work later on?”


“Yeah, I do.” I ran a hand over my hair, pulled back into a ponytail. “I’ve just been at hockey?”


“Oh, great, how did you go?” Nahum enquired.


“Yeah, good. We won.”


“That’s great, mate.”


With a kiss to his fiancé’s hair, Nahum departed, leaving Delilah and I to hang out for the afternoon. I’d enjoyed developing her friendship. When I arrived at the library, I left my hockey bag in the car. I had already changed before leaving Delilah’s, so all I needed to bring in was a small handbag contained my phone, wallet, a notepad and pen so that I could write down the new roster for the month, which we’d organise in advance for August.


“Hello, Nina,” Spencer greeted me, as he stood far enough behind the counter so that he could pretend to swing a golf club.


Pausing in the doorway, I laughed.


“I take it that you’re pleased to see me,” I commented. “I’ll get to work so you can get to it.”


“Thank you, thank you,” Spencer responded. “I’ll let you put your bag inside first though.”


He drew his eyebrows closer together, dropping his arms back to his sides.


“Don’t you usually play hockey of a Wednesday afternoon?” Spencer sought clarification.


“I do,” I confirmed, “but I dropped in at the friend’s place on the way so I got changed there.”


Spencer nodded his head, humming in response, as he linked his curved fingers. I slipped into the staffroom and placed my bag down. After pausing for a moment, I departed again, closing the door behind me.


“I’m right to get started,” I confirmed to Spencer.


“Good,” he answered. “There’s a pile of books in the returns chute that need to be checked back in and reshelved.”


“Alright, that’s always the way,” I agreed with a smile.


“Absolutely.”


Spencer bobbed his head. As he opened the door to the staffroom again and stepped back inside to retrieve his kit, I ambled over to the returns chute. I pulled it open with one hand, then reached over for the trolley. Between the closure of the library and the beginning of the support group meeting, the library was quiet. I finished packing away the books from the returns chute. Soon enough, the others would arrive.


 

The younger sister of missing Sydney man Mitchell del Reyan, Nina del Reyan lives on Dharug land in western Sydney. She has recently commenced a teaching degree at Macquarie University. Nina loves her family and friends and is deeply committed to finding answers and justice for the families of missing people.


Abbey Sim is the founder of Huldah Media. She is a creative writing, law and theology student who lives on the lands of the Dharug people in Sydney, Australia. Abbey desires to explore themes of hope, love and longing through her storytelling. She is the author of 'Shadow' and 'From the Wild'.


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