3.10
The following Saturday, after an idle morning spent separating clothes that no longer fit from those that for now she could wear, she grabbed her shoulder bag, marched down the hall and closed the front door firmly behind her, bidding Angus, spread-eagled under the chassis of his bus, a casual see-you-later as she picked her way over the bus-junk scatterings on the path.
The walk into Fremantle was pleasant, a cool breeze dampening the sharp heat of the sun. Once again she admired Scot’s Church and she felt exalted, almost religious for a moment.
She pushed open the side door and entered the stale warmth of the hall. Fiona greeted her as she passed. A gathering of choir members were chatting over by the urn.
Yvette glanced around and saw Heather talking with Sue, whose sturdy fram
