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it a second go at fifty, the grand-son of a wild Irish colonial boy turned<br />
factory worker, a militant for Aboriginal land rights whose mother had<br />
been fascinated by the ma<strong>le</strong> spirit of the National Guard, he could sense<br />
the same kind of contradiction mirrored in the domesticated germinating<br />
process of kangaroo paw seeds or in the behaviour of a banksia in a<br />
plastic container.<br />
Undoubtedly his last visit to Carol at her home in Lane Cove<br />
was contributing a fair share to the general ambiguity of his status as<br />
the solitary owner of the “Wild Waratah” nursery in French’s Forest.<br />
Contrary to his expectations, no c<strong>le</strong>ar progress had been made towards<br />
an agreement on the terms of their living together, no date had been set<br />
for Carol and baby La to move to Fred’s place, only the princip<strong>le</strong> of their<br />
future marriage had been evoked again, half jokingly, by Carol. Fred had<br />
not dared to demand a firm commitment on her part. At times during the<br />
vegetarian meal, he had felt offended by her attitude: “However much<br />
he was attracted to this woman, he wasn’t going to become anybody’s<br />
plaything at his age; better stay alone the rest of his life than be tramp<strong>le</strong>d<br />
under that stampeding superiority comp<strong>le</strong>x which grew from Carol’s fears<br />
and pain and outgrew them beyond reason.” But suddenly she smi<strong>le</strong>d,<br />
to him or the baby, a disarmingly spontaneous smi<strong>le</strong>, with no calculated<br />
seduction, nothing contrived about it. He knew that, when that smi<strong>le</strong><br />
occurred in her broad bony face, she had simply forgotten everything<br />
but life itself, and he was enthral<strong>le</strong>d by this capacity of “being in it”<br />
without stopping to think what it was that she was in. She had lost the<br />
ability long ago, but it was still there neverthe<strong>le</strong>ss, she had lost it within<br />
herself, so that the depth of his love for her might be ab<strong>le</strong> to restore it<br />
and drag it back permanently to the surface of her mind.<br />
Today, a coup<strong>le</strong> of weeks later, it was her turn to visit him. 5.15:<br />
closing time was near, three or four pensioners were still choosing ferns in<br />
the most shaded part of the nursery, not very far from the cash register.<br />
The cashier, a pretty, cuddly redhead in her late twenties, saw him look at<br />
his watch as he carted some bagged peat moss towards the front section of<br />
the shop, next to the annuals’ seedlings; she smi<strong>le</strong>d: perhaps she thought<br />
he would ask her to stay for dinner as he did from time to time. He had<br />
cooked curried eggplants and a few other green delicacies earlier in the<br />
afternoon. They had been s<strong>le</strong>eping together once in a whi<strong>le</strong> ever since<br />
his wife had <strong>le</strong>ft him four years ago. Sexual exploitation? This boss and<br />
employee liaison was one more of the many moral di<strong>le</strong>mmas that kept<br />
nagging him as he grew older. Pat was not very talkative about personal<br />
matters, perhaps a bit shallow rather than secretive, although he did not<br />
like to judge her by cultural standards that were not even his own. He<br />
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