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Cath and Angie collected the eggs from their deep litter houses. It was a task they performed every morning after milking their goats in the milking parlour. An intercity train hurtled past on the nearby railway lines.
Cath pulled a resigned face. "That"s tomorrow"s orders. Might be able to pay the electric bill."
"We"d best get signed up with Phil Yates fast as we can! A fella like that could clear our debts without blinking." Angie, provocative as always, watched her mother"s reaction.
"Never!"
In spite of Cath"s uncompromising reply, Angie was unconvinced. The lack of eye contact and her mother"s conflicted body language told a different story. Angie studied her as they collected the last of the eggs. Cath looked tired and was beginning to lose her vivacity. How long would it
