Free Three Wishes by Liane Moriarty

line of her jaw. It was like religion classes when soft, oozy Miss Ellis made them share their feelings with the class. Gemma adored her, obligingly spilling her soul, while Cat and Lyn listened, appalled, at the back of the classroom. Cat would have taken a double period of calculus with psychopathic Sister Elizabeth Mary over one squirmy religion class with pink-fluffy-cardigan Miss Ellis.
    “And are you close to your siblings, Cat?” beamed Annie. Her green dress was covered in a diseaselike rash of sunny yellow polka dots. No doubt there was a pink fluffy cardigan in her wardrobe. She leaned forward, presenting them both with an uninterrupted view of endless freckled cleavage.
    “Not really.” Cat concentrated hard on Annie’s forehead.
    “Are you kidding ?” Dan, who had been observing Annie’s breasts with awe, took his hands out from behind his head. “She adores her sisters! They’re unhealthily close if you ask me.”
    “Except no one did ask you, Dan,” said Cat. Annie sat back in her chair and tapped her pen against her teeth with gentle empathy.
    “The three of them are like this exclusive little club,” said Dan. “And they’re not taking any new members.”
    “I want to talk more about Dan’s infidelity.” Cat shifted noisily on the green vinyl.
    Dan looked irritated. “I don’t think it’s constructive to keep going over and over it.” He looked at Annie for approval.
    “Cat has a need to work through her feelings about this, Dan,” replied Annie. “We probably should respect that, yes?”
    Ha! Annie was on her side! Cat gave Dan a triumphant look, and his eyes glinted back at her.
    “Annie, you’re right of course,” he said admiringly and gently patted Cat’s thigh.
    Competition was an aphrodisiac for Cat and Dan. Their relationship was all about smart verbal jabs and wild wrestling for the TV remote and flicking each other with tea towels. Whether they were skiing or playing Scrabble or avoiding each other’s cold feet in bed, they were both equally, aggressively, in it to win.
    They had fun together. Sometimes, just for the pleasure of it, they went through all their friends, trying to pick a couple who had more fun than they did. No one came close. They were the winners!
    Not any more though. Now they were the losers. The couple going through a “rough patch.”
    To her disgust and horror, Cat heard a sad, strangled little sob come out of her mouth. With practiced soothing murmurs, Annie nudged the discreetly placed box of tissues across the coffee table.
    Cat grabbed a handful, while Dan cleared his throat and ran his hands up and down his jeans. “I went to see her, you know,”said Cat, looking at them both above her tissues, snuffling noisily. “She gave me directions back to the Pacific Highway.”
    “Who?” asked Annie.
    “Angela. The girl Dan slept with.”
    “Goodness me,” said Annie.
    “Fucking hell,” said Dan.
    To:       Lyn; Gemma; Catriona
From:   Maxine
Subject: Proposal for Christmas Day
    Girls:
    It seems to me that it is quite ridiculous and inequitable that I am always responsible for cooking a hot Christmas lunch. I have done so for the last thirty years and it is becoming tiresome. This year I would like to propose a cold seafood picnic somewhere by the water. Everybody could contribute. Your thoughts, please?
    To:       Maxine
cc: Cat; Lyn
From:   Gemma
Subject: Proposal for Christmas Day
    MUM! You have made exactly the same proposal every Christmas for the last five years. Every year we ACCEPT your proposal with enthusiasm. Every year you IGNORE us and continue to cook a hot XMAS lunch. You are so funny! This year I would like to make a counterproposal. Let’s have Christmas lunch at Lyn’s!! She has an exquisite harborside home as we all know. That way we could all swim in her exquisite harborside pool and enjoy observing her shapely legs as she brings us drinks. We’d be lovely and cool and polite to one another. It would be