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The following Saturday afternoon, Yvette headed down High Street in Fremantle’s northeast, carrying with her an ambivalent curiosity; she’d never seen Thomas act. She couldn’t imagine him being anyone other than himself, nervous, neurotic, introspective, with an appalling taste in men.
Deckchair Theatre was housed in Victoria Hall. Surrounded by a nonsense of modern building design, the hall was classically symmetrical in style, its stucco façade replete with pilasters and parapet. She rushed through the entrance doors. She was late. Her mother had phoned as she was about to leave the house and before she had a chance to interject, proceeded with a litany of questions and advice concerning her residency application and had she thought about finding a lawyer just in case. She suspect
