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or thirty, working and with much more experience of men than she now<br />
had. She had slipped into a custom-made story of which she had been<br />
the necessary protagonist, a nest which exactly fit her measurements,<br />
securely fastened to a strong and f<strong>le</strong>xib<strong>le</strong> gum branch overlooking the<br />
sea, a dwelling of f<strong>le</strong>sh and blood, pictures and sounds as well as twigs<br />
and feathers that nobody had consciously built, that not even Jacques<br />
had shaped with his own hopes: Jacques had apparently passed from a<br />
state of angry inertia (when he had sent her to hell about her thesis) to<br />
one of quiet expectancy and comp<strong>le</strong>te relief. If you did not care about<br />
talking kitsch, you could say that he had been massaged back to life by<br />
the hands of the season. He who had always mocked the proverbial Aussie<br />
“She’ll-be-all-right-mate” attitude, now indulged in broad to<strong>le</strong>rance and<br />
optimism. Was it happiness? “Are you going to put weight on too?” she<br />
had laughed once, “I am not sure I will be ab<strong>le</strong> to make passionate love<br />
to you if you come home with a fat beer belly one night.”<br />
As she was driving her mother’s light blue Falcon from the City<br />
to Harbord and on to Wha<strong>le</strong> Beach this afternoon and listening to a<br />
cassette of Charlélie Couture’s Victoria Spirit that Jacques had recorded<br />
for her (it was not distributed in Australia), she found the white sails<br />
even whiter than usual, the masts more silvery, the traffic on the bridge<br />
at the Spit <strong>le</strong>ss aggressive, the trees greener than any other spring, the<br />
air almost unpolluted, and she kept smiling to herself. Her charming<br />
complicity with Jacques was also made of calculated irony about their<br />
own happiness. A tone that they would both judge unbearab<strong>le</strong> in other<br />
coup<strong>le</strong>s only a week ago: it was not the gist of their play but it was<br />
definitely part of its seduction. If she had not been at the wheel, she<br />
would have clapped too.<br />
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