"I started reading book 2 last night and I finished it today. So good, even if a bit sad. I am ready and waiting for Book 3."
Hobart Town, Van Diemen’s Land, 1823
Even though it made her happy watching the girls play, Catherine Blay could feel the tension in her shoulders. It tightened up behind her neck, moved up to the right side of her head and settled there, throbbing like the drums at a funeral. She kept working the dough, matching the kneading actions with the thump in her head.
New Norfolk, Van Diemen's Land, 1824
Sinking into the chair near the fireplace that her father used to occupy every evening after supper, Catherine felt the weight of a hand on her shoulder. Turning, she expected to see her mother, but Elizabeth stood near her own chair, opposite. From the corner of her eye, she saw her father leave the room.
‘I see and feel him too,’ Elizabeth said. ‘He often sits in his chair, watching me. When I look up to catch his eye, he disappears. When I’m unhappy, he puts his hand on my shoulder to reassure me. I’ll never understand why he did what he did.’