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Having written to the priory, I was in a panic at the remote possibility I might be successful, and had thrown myself into research. Nor had I yet confided in Ray, who would have been horrified, and so would my mother and sister. What if during their inquiries they contacted them? When I popped in to mum’s for a quick drink on the way home, which was an open invitation, as usual the dear lady wanted the latest news on the serial killings. It was not the sort of stuff you tell elderly ladies, and so I spun it out and removed the gory bits to make it palatable. I felt so incredibly silly telling her about my letter.
“Mother, the situation has arisen where I have had to inquire about adopting or fostering an Aboriginal child. I had to, as it was obvious that no one else was going to. Des
