CHAPTER 9
THE LUNCHEON – KANGAROO POINT, JANUARY 1892
Lillian took up her post in the foyer ready to receive the women’s shawls and parasols. When Mary and her mother Elizabeth entered, it was impossible not to notice the brooch Donald had given her. Mary had proudly pinned it to her blouse and there it sat nestled at the base of her throat. The gems twinkled in the morning light.
Mary nodded at Lillian with vague acknowledgement, perhaps remembering it had been she who had been given the task of cleaning her soiled gloves. Lillian wondered if the snipped thread had unravelled yet. Mary was wearing a new pair but then again the girl probably had ten more to choose from. Lillian fervently hoped their reacquaintance might conjure up a memory for Mary of being stabbed in the ear by that il
