No offence to the Noonans, but Georgie couldn’t wait to escape Daylesford. Bigots and criminals, secrets and innuendo, the air here was oppressive. Thick with odious matters she shouldn’t have become embroiled in.
So, as she watched her hosts shrink in the rear-view mirror, her breathing eased. Nightmares had seen her sleep-deprived for the second night running, worse for unrelieved s****l tension. Not to mention she felt damn lost without her mobile and emails. It all made for a hell of a cranky Georgie; a jack-in-the-box ready to explode.
She cleared the intimidating avenue of giant cypress trees and glimpsed pastures through tall gums. These would open to paddocks, like some clichéd Australian landscape painting, then she’d reach the highway on-ramp and be Melbourne-bound.
The car ah
