Chapter 18
To a person who grows up in a country with adequate rainfall, a perfect blue sky speaks of summertime; of warm, sunny days filled with laughter and freedom; holidays spent with the family and gardens that grow heavy with tomatoes. But when you grow up in a country which has begun to dry down as the trade winds carry the rain further and further from your fields, a flawless blue sky signifies disfavor from the gods, that your dying fields and thirsty cattle will all slowly wither until you are left standing alone in the dust.
I waited with Pippa in the living room of the house, her suitcases packed and waiting by the door. We stared out the picture window together, me and her and the dog, waiting for the car to come that would take her back to Brisbane, to the house where her p
