CHAPTER FOUR
'It’s a long story, Father, and I have to start it way back when Charlie and I first met. I was twenty-three and at a bit of a loose end as my mother had recently died of cancer. I'd returned to Bindaboon, my home town, to look after her for the last eighteen months of her life. My father left when I was six, so she was my only family. After she died, I moved back to Sydney and got a job as a secretary, as we called it then, with a firm of architects. I hated it; the work was tedious and the pay was pitiful.'
'One day my boss asked me to take some plans over to a client as they needed them urgently. I took them over in my car, and on the way back, the traffic was stopped at a red light, but I wasn't concentrating and ploughed straight into the rear of a shiny red Mercedes. I
