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CHAPTER<br />
1<br />
‘Come in,’<br />
I said as<br />
I pushed the front flyscreen door open for my<br />
visitor. ‘I thought you were one of my kids at the door.’<br />
The woman on the<br />
porch lifted her sunglasses from her head and<br />
smiled. ‘You must be Kelly Cahill.’<br />
‘And you must be Wendy Ryder,’ I replied, trying to feel enthusiastic<br />
about my part in the ritual introduction.<br />
I was smiling, but I was not<br />
amused. I wasn’t looking forward to this interview. I didn’t know this<br />
American woman. I didn’t know<br />
what I might expect from her and,<br />
emotionally, I was feeling<br />
vulnerable and exposed.<br />
Do your duty, I reminded myself. It’s only for three days, four at the most,<br />
then she’ll be gone<br />
and you can get back to the business of living.<br />
‘Nice place<br />
you have here, Kelly,’ shee said, adhering to the standard<br />
form. She was tall, her hair was brown and<br />
shoulder length, and she was<br />
wearing jeans and a sweater.<br />
She had a slightly Mediterra<br />
anean look<br />
about her, and there couldn’t<br />
have been a greater physical contrast between us. I was half a head shorter<br />
than she, easily<br />
ten years younger, blonde, with blue eyes, and pale<br />
by<br />
comparison. I looked at her brown<br />
eyes and<br />
they seemed friendly. Mine, I<br />
knew, were probably sharp with distrust.<br />
‘Make yourself at home.’ I showed her to the lounge<br />
room, then<br />
duckedd out to the kitchen<br />
and left her standing at the front window. She<br />
could occupy herself for a moment<br />
while I fixed coffee.<br />
‘I’m sorry I’m late,’ she called<br />
out.<br />
The weather was good that day, and I knew she<br />
would be staring<br />
out<br />
at the hills, which were dotted with<br />
sheep and lush green from<br />
recent rain.