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Gordon’s house in East Fremantle was one block from the bus stop. She alighted the bus and walked along the narrow pavement, checking the house numbers, ducking to avoid a low bottlebrush branch when she reached his front gate. She could see from the frontage that his house was a duplex, an old brick home with sash windows and a bull-nose veranda all around, sliced down the middle to form two dwellings.
The front door was ajar. She hesitated, by turns apprehensive, curious and drawn to this endearing gentleman, and drawn closer by Anthony’s animosity. She didn’t expect to gain artistically from the visit; she was convinced he could offer her little in that regard. He represented a possibility, of what, she had no idea, and aimlessly exploring possibilities seemed to constitute her l
