The trees and water conspired to keep the women safe, shielding them from the reaches of Man. They all led heavy lives in different times – one woman had love affairs with different countries around the world, one raised children, one found God in breakfast sandwiches. Wine sloshed in plastic cups. Gentle fingers picked away dark hair from dark eyes. They loved each other for their different scars and the depth of their laughter. Breathing a sigh of relief at how light they could feel for a weekend, they squished together under covers, wet toenails sticking to bedsheets.