VII
FionaNovember 1989
Polenta and goanna.
“Polenta and goanna”, I muttered, opening my eyes and closing them again quickly against the glare of the sun.
“Oohh mamma mia!”
I thought my head was about to explode. There was a sharp pain in my right temple, but I ignored it and managed to sit up. Then with my elbows on the steering wheel for support I opened my eyes and stared down at the mat on the floor of the car for a few minutes, while my temples throbbed and the pain continued. Fully opening my eyes was difficult, and my vision was still blurred.
“Polenta and goanna”, I repeated to myself. The atmosphere in the car was suffocating, so with some effort I opened the window to let in a wave of fresh air. This made me feel a bit better and I leaned on the door, facing outwards, and to
