Miriam wasn’t in a talkative mood. Other than her few stiff comments to the kids on the back seat, she sat in silence. I was relieved, as I couldn’t help seeing Kylie there in the passenger seat in her stead and it put me in an ill temper. Not that they were anything alike in appearance or manner. Maybe flashbacks didn’t work like that. All I knew was I couldn’t shunt away the memory of that day I left Mal.
I’d packed up the car to its roof with my things and Kylie’s, and then I had to endure her sitting in the front seat blubbing for her dad. She must have been two at the time, and she screamed her little heart out, and there was me struggling to get the car into third gear as I headed up the street in Moonee Ponds. Back then I scarcely knew how to drive.
The months and years slipped by
