Chapter 20
One year after the trial…
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"Alright, children," I said. "Don't forget to write down your homework lessons. I'll meet you out at the corral."
Eighteen children, ranging from a kindergartener to three who'd already begun to follow in their parent's footsteps as jack- and jillaroos, scrambled to their feet and shoved their books into their rucksacks, ribbing each other good-naturedly as they hurried out of the shed turned one-room schoolhouse. I answered questions for the little boy who always struggled to keep up with the reading, and then reached under my desk to pull out my old black Dubliners and slide them onto feet.
I twisted my feet at the ankle, admiring the way the ten laces at the vamp made it look like I wore a pair of fancy, Victorian granny boots.
"G'day Rosie,"
