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“There was heartache in my generation, oh goodness knows. I know people who got lost in their grief. Some come out of it, some don’t. Every person in this town has a history and some tragedy in their past. Look closely and you see it in their eyes. I see it in yours and I wish I didn’t. Tragedy makes us put a hard shell up, and only living life can knock that shell down.”
― Awaiting Annie Jones
― Awaiting Annie Jones
“Being with Sally again was like finding a once favourited coat in the back of the wardrobe, realising it still fit and remembering why you loved it so much.
I was desperate to grab her by the hand, to steal some cigarettes and sit behind the shed, leaving everyone else behind.”
― Awaiting Annie Jones
I was desperate to grab her by the hand, to steal some cigarettes and sit behind the shed, leaving everyone else behind.”
― Awaiting Annie Jones
“Angus Wakefield is back too.”
I sat up at this news, the grip on my champagne glass tightening. Mum hadn’t mentioned Angus was back. Why did she not tell me?
“With Caroline?” Sally asked, stealing a glance at me.
“No. Divorced.” Val popped an olive in her mouth, looking smug. “I don’t know the details.” She pulled the stone from her mouth and looked around for somewhere to put it. “But, I do know he’s come crawling back home with his tail between his legs and licking a few wounds.” She plopped the stone on a dirty plate and dusted her hands together.
It wasn’t lost on me, nor anyone else in the room, except Val, that Angus wasn’t the only person to come home to Cameron Valley to do exactly that.”
― Awaiting Annie Jones
I sat up at this news, the grip on my champagne glass tightening. Mum hadn’t mentioned Angus was back. Why did she not tell me?
“With Caroline?” Sally asked, stealing a glance at me.
“No. Divorced.” Val popped an olive in her mouth, looking smug. “I don’t know the details.” She pulled the stone from her mouth and looked around for somewhere to put it. “But, I do know he’s come crawling back home with his tail between his legs and licking a few wounds.” She plopped the stone on a dirty plate and dusted her hands together.
It wasn’t lost on me, nor anyone else in the room, except Val, that Angus wasn’t the only person to come home to Cameron Valley to do exactly that.”
― Awaiting Annie Jones
