5.3
Leaving the girls dozing in their carriers, and Leah transfixed by the melodramatic sagas of Days of Our Lives, Yvette went outside. She pulled on the over-sized trainers her mother said she might as well have and walked to the village.
Nothing had changed in the months she’d been in Perth. Even the ruts and potholes on the dirt track to the highway were just as she recalled. There was the smattering of muddy hollows on the other side of the cattle grid. The corrugations on the first bend. The crater beneath a dead red gum. The stretch where the ruts were so deep cars were forced to straddle them, steering one set of wheels along the central raised strip, the other wheels sliding on the soggy grass beside the barbed wire fence.
At the highway she stopped to take in the view of the c
