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One
night
I
heard
her
say
a
name
in
her
sleep
.
"
Who
’
s
Michel
?
"
I
asked
the
next
morning
.
"
Someone
I
want
to
forget
.
"
But
she
talked
about
everything
else
;
about
her
English
-
born
mother
,
genteel
but
dominating
;
about
her
father
,
a
stationmaster
who
had
died
of
cancer
four
years
before
.
"
That
’
s
why
I
’
ve
got
this
crazy
between
voice
.
It
’
s
Mum
and
Dad
living
out
their
battles
again
every
time
I
open
my
mouth
.
I
suppose
it
’
s
why
I
hate
Australia
and
I
love
Australia
and
I
couldn
’
t
ever
be
happy
there
and
yet
I
’
m
always
feeling
homesick
.
Does
that
make
sense
?
"
She
was
always
asking
me
if
she
made
sense
.
"
I
went
to
see
the
old
family
in
Wales
.
Mum
’
s
brother
.
Jesus
.
Enough
to
make
the
wallabies
weep
.
"
But
she
found
me
very
English
,
very
fascinating
.
Partly
it
was
because
I
was
"
cultured
,
"
a
word
she
often
used
.
Pete
had
always
"
honked
"
at
her
if
she
went
to
galleries
or
concerts
.
She
mimicked
him
:
"
What
’
s
wrong
with
the
boozer
,
girl
?
"
One
day
she
said
,
"
You
don
’
t
know
how
nice
Pete
is
.
Besides
being
a
bastard
.
I
always
know
what
he
wants
,
I
always
know
what
he
thinks
,
and
what
he
means
when
he
says
anything
.
And
you
,
I
don
’
t
know
anything
.
I
offend
you
and
I
don
’
t
know
why
.
I
please
you
and
I
don
’
t
know
why
.
It
’
s
because
you
’
re
English
.
You
couldn
’
t
ever
understand
that
.
"
She
had
finished
high
school
in
Australia
,
and
had
even
had
a
year
doing
languages
at
Sydney
University
.
But
then
she
had
met
Pete
,
and
it
"
got
complicated
.
"
She
’
d
had
an
abortion
and
come
to
England
.
