The mainland road to the ferry had been resurfaced in bitumen since she’d travelled it only three weeks before, and Audrey noted that some of the newly subdivided housing lots had been sold, especially those closest to the tidal flats that looked towards Hibernia. The wheels on the new surface were relatively silent, and she remembered how much she’d loved the crunching sound of them on the old scoria, as though a reminder that she’d gotten off the beaten track.
Ahead, she could just see the glassed cabin of the ferry, the rest of the boat being obscured by a dense band of mangroves, and she felt a sudden acceleration of her heartbeat. She lowered the window and breathed in salty air tinged with the sulfurous odour of anaerobic sand. In the city, she was beleaguered by allergies that narr
