Thirty-Three – A PhasedWithdrawal
Fiona is visiting when I return to the farmthe following Friday. Husband Wade is too. Fiona’s baby is duebefore Christmas. Mum clucks about her daughter. I think it mightbe ‘community therapy’ for her. She is doing something that won’tbe talked about. Or if it is the valley voice of approval will echoaround the hills forever.
I find it odd that Fiona is wearingsunglasses.
‘We better be going,’ Wadesays minutes after I arrive back from Hobart with my father in thefour wheel drive this time and a load of super phosphate for thehops.
‘See you all later’, Wadesays.
I get the feeling he is threatened by me andwants to leave as soon as possible. My parents cringe at Wade’s useof grammar but they are too caught up with an imminent birth of agrandchild to all
