Frankie loves her Summers. She spends months lulling over the memories she has from running between row and row of yellow. But nostalgia is all that's left when she steps off the train onto the dusty soil. Through secrets and lies can Frankie bring home what she loves most? Prue and Libby giggle in the front seat of the old battered ute. 'He's actually pretty cute.' Libby tells Prue 'And he should stay that way if Dad doesn't come anywhere near him.' Prue replies. True that, Libby mutters to herself as she looks back at her sleeping youngest sister in the backseat surrounded by duffle bags and suitcases. 'Crank the radio Prue! We're getting outta here!' Libby smiled as the song grew in volume so you could barely understand the words. As they approached the town she rolled the windows down in her single last act of defiance.All Rights Reserved