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Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Book
  3. Dedication
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-one
  25. Twenty-two
  26. Twenty-three
  27. Twenty-four
  28. Twenty-five
  29. Twenty-six
  30. Twenty-seven
  31. Twenty-eight
  32. Twenty-nine
  33. Thirty
  34. Thirty-one
  35. Thirty-two
  36. Thirty-three
  37. Thirty-four
  38. Thirty-five
  39. Thirty-six
  40. Thirty-seven
  41. Thirty-eight
  42. Thirty-nine
  43. Acknowledgements
  44. About the Author
  45. Also by Sandie Docker
  46. Book Club Questions
  47. Welcome to the Kookaburra Creek Café
  48. Prologue
  49. One
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Were her memories possibly now false, ruined by pain, and therefore not to be trusted? Was the Mark who supported her writing career the real Mark? Or was the real Mark the man who’d damaged her so badly? Which version of the past was correct? The past she’d thought she had in the heady mist of happier days, or the past she now remembered? Were the first deep layers of memories of a first love true? Was the middle layer of choking grime always there beneath the surface? Did the top layers of anguish simply tarnish any memory connected to Mark, or was the pain the clear varnish that enabled complete transparency and clarity?

She wiped the tiny white splatters of paint from the window glass with a damp cloth.

A constant shadow of self-doubt and questioning now clung to her every waking moment. A lack of certainty of the history she thought was hers. A lack of trust in her own thoughts and feelings.

Nicole crossed ‘prep & prime window’ off her list.

That was the worst part of all in this whole sorry situation – that she could no longer trust herself. Would that trust ever come back? How did you go about finding yourself after getting so completely lost?

Ivy had done it, hadn’t she? Nicole cleaned up, made herself some afternoon tea and opened the next letter.

6th February, 1948

My Dearest Tom,

I have found myself in the dubious position of leading the ladies at the CWA. That Lucy Falcon has a lot to answer for, putting my name forward like that. Still, the choice was myself or Joan Wetherby, so you can see why I could not refuse.

My first order of business is to organise a fundraiser. We are in desperate need of an extension to the hall. I am not sure how best to go about it, though. It will still be some time before a full recovery from the effects of the war can be declared. How do I ask people to give when they have so little?

I shall discuss it with Lucy on Sunday when she comes for dinner. It has become a regular event now, a roast with Lucy. We take turns hosting. Occasionally we invite others to join us. This week it is only the two of us, however. And it is her turn to cook. She has quite a talent.