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One blustery morning in the following week, Yvette drove to the coast in her mother’s station wagon. She was due at Terry’s studio at eleven. It was a pleasant drive through a picturesque landscape, the mountain always to her left, wattle trees dotted here and there in full bloom, but she couldn’t admire it. Running through her mind in a replay loop was the knowledge that Debbie and her mother had colluded and Tracy had been in on the whole thing. The situation was a sham and she could scarcely believe she was going through with it.
When she reached Bermagui she was a welter of emotion. Once an isolated fishing village sheltering in a deep bay guarded by the mountain to the north, the town had become a desirable tourist and early retirement destination, particularly for those wealthy
