Chapter 40
When Kim first arrived at Daisy’s, she could hardly hold up her head. Her weariness ran bone-deep.
Daisy hugged her. ‘Why not let me look after things for a while. You take it easy.’
The first two days Kim did just that: sleeping late, rising later, and starting a Tolstoy novel of almost fifteen hundred pages that she’d found on a shelf. Trying not to think about how the possums were getting on, or whether the quolls would bite Nicole, or whether Mel was okay, or how Taj and his dingoes had wrecked everything. She fought a terrible restlessness. When the worries got the best of her, Daisy lent a sympathetic ear. Dear, sweet Daisy. It was a mini re-run of when Connor died.
Staying with Daisy was a tonic. The house in Holsworthy was modest, but comfortable and not too crowded,
