40Kiama 1994
Jenny Henderson was looking forward to their first week in their Kiama home. She had been there many times before, but this was the first time she and James were going to stay there and not do any building, painting, landscaping or rubbish removal. The home was ready. At long last.
As James drove into the short, curved, gently sloping driveway, Jenny looked up at the two-storeyed, brick house. “It won’t be long now, James, when we’ll be moving down here for good.
“Can’t wait,” he said, coming to a stop and engaging the park brake. “Come on, Jen, let’s christen the new place.” He winked at her and laughed.
“All in good time, James. Let’s unpack first and have a swim.”
“No, Jen, let’s do that after. Let’s go and have some fun,” he said grinning like a schoolboy. Although he
