Australian Women's Book Review Volume 14.1 - School of English ...
Australian Women's Book Review Volume 14.1 - School of English ...
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This is just one bubble <strong>of</strong> story I didn't let float out the other day. My story is different from hers; the<br />
nature <strong>of</strong> my hurt is different too. We all have different things to learn, it seems. Some <strong>of</strong> us are robust,<br />
some are fragile. Some are good at survival, some aren't. We all have our means <strong>of</strong> escape, <strong>of</strong><br />
rationalising, <strong>of</strong> explaining, or excusing. And some have to feel it all the way. She's coming over to<br />
dinner this week. Bring a story; write it down, I said. Doing the splits I said, call it that. We've come<br />
from such a different time and things have changed so much; somehow we need to accommodate it all,<br />
the changes, the then and the now.<br />
I know we'll talk and talk and talk, again; and more stories will rise to the surface, wanting air. Wanting<br />
out.<br />
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We did talk and talk, the nursing horror stories, how you never got <strong>of</strong>f duty on time, monster sisters,<br />
huge responsibilities. I gave her the story to read, and she laughed in places. Once, she said: Oh that's a<br />
bit close to the bone. I didn't find out which bit, but she asked if she could keep the story. She rang me<br />
the next morning.<br />
I just rang to say thank you, she said, in her sweet and friendly voice with its slight <strong>English</strong> accent; I<br />
did enjoy last night, we must do it again soon. I've been on the phone all morning; J died last night.<br />
There was a message when I got home. It's all right really, it'll bring the kids closer to me at least, they<br />
want me to go down for the funeral. My neighbour's going to feed the dog.<br />
It shocked me. J was the ex-husband she hadn't been allowed to contact. Do you know, her voice didn't<br />
change at all. I've been on the phone all morning, J died last night. It's been on my mind ever since.<br />
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