CHAPTER 29
TRIAL
Lillian and Nicholas dropped in to Vulture Street with the children for their usual extended family Sunday roast dinner. Nicholas was still cross with her, making the barest effort to conceal his chagrin from the rest of his family. Still, for that she was grateful, if not ashamed.
‘How awful!’ Florence seemed shocked. She held the morning paper up, her wide eyes and raised eyebrows peeking above the newsprint. ‘Listen to this. A man was hanged in Sydney yesterday for murdering fifteen babies and burying them in his own backyard. His name was John Makin. His wife, Sarah, received life imprisonment.’ She lowered the paper. ‘Why would anyone do something so despicable? I can’t even begin to comprehend such evil.’
Lillian put her fork back on her plate. Her stomach had al
