Chapter Twenty-Two
As Beautimus walked the path home, she came across a stunning field of red poppies shimmering under the pale light of the setting suns. She took in their beauty, reveled in it. A mutation of wood thrush in a bowyakka tree sang wordless Earth melodies in perfect harmony. They sang Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto Number 4, the little Fugue in G minor. A slight breeze rustled the leaves of the yarran trees and carried to her the scent of lilacs, honeysuckle and hyacinth. Beautimus’ headache eased and she felt as though everything was right in her world again.
When she neared her home, sitting in the Silver Mulga sapling sat Samuel, but not alone. He and Petunia snuggled side-by-side on a slender branch and cuddled with no visible space between them. Lost in one another, they
