The inheritance had proven straightforward. Yet when the family solicitor had told her the amount she could expect, and she found herself a woman of ample means, she was stunned. The deaths, the inheritance, yes, that was surely the one significant turning point in her life.
She thought back to that day she had sat in the Brassington-Smythe’s solicitor’s offices in Clifton Hill, watching the corpulent Mr Gamble read the will to discover that she, the only beneficiary, was set to inherit a fortune. She had sat there in disbelief. She knew her parents had been wealthy, their Mont Albert home alone of considerable value. Then there was the weekender in Sassafras, but she had no idea the investments, the trusts. At one time, she had even speculated that she might have been disinherited after
