Chapter 28
Charlie had slept on and off for almost twenty-four hours. Each time she’d woken, the sweet, familiar sounds of the bush had lulled her back to sleep. The laughing call of a kookaburra, the distant bellow of a bull, the high roar of wind through the forest — and best of all the dusk to dawn chorus of frogs in the dam. On the second day she’d risen early, rested and restored, just in time to see Sam off to work. Charlie stood out on the porch. She munched a piece of toast and waved goodbye, looking longingly after her sister’s car. There’ll be time enough, Sam had said, for you to take back the job with Bushy. You’re not strong enough yet for a full day’s work. Sam was right, although Charlie hated to admit it. Even showering left her spent. She turned back to face the house. Th
