After a quick shower, two more eco-cigarettes and the last of my juice, I dressed and set out into the morning.
According to Tefo’s calculations, by the time their daughter arrived it would be okay for him and the farm workers to be grounded for a while.
“Kalpavriksh?” Mira said, sceptically. “Never heard of them. And what do they mean by ‘experimental’?”
That’s right, says a very distant voice in Gracie’s head; and for a moment – just for a moment – Gracie sees it that way. A freshwater creek flowing through bushland to join a freshwater Parramatta River…