Curly FlatmatesKit skidded to a halt next to Jerry’s sleep-out. The rickety garden fence gave way to an extensive section of land spanning the width of the property. It led towards a ridge in the distance and a wide gully lay beyond that. At the tallest part of the landscape, sat a rusty shed constructed from mismatched pieces of corrugated iron like a boil on a lumpy bottom. A gate from the main road wore a sign declaring, “Trespassers will be persecuted.” In the years she’d rented the house from the land agent, Kit hadn’t explored the paddock. Lack of time and an even bigger lack of interest deterred the treacherous climb over the fence. Besides, she wasn’t sure what sort of persecution might result from getting caught trespassing.
As vicars, Jerry and Langdon seemed immune to persecuti
