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Thomas’s unit was four streets closer to the city in the adjacent suburb of Mount Lawley. It was a warm evening. Yvette walked along the flat, suburban streets dodging the spray from the garden sprinklers watering the carefully mown lawns. She admired the canopy the jacarandas made, their floral display of purple trumpets, fallen blooms dusting the pavement like fat confetti. Had she been more like Séraphine Louis and less Georgia O’Keeffe in her artistic approach, more inclined to chaos than control, she would have been in creative paradise right here on these pavements.
Instead, she kept walking, determined to make the most of her new life in Perth, determined, therefore, to enjoy whatever social delights Thomas had to offer.
Accessed by an external walkway, Thomas’s unit was on t
