Arthor: Lilian Darcy
I’m in the kitchen at ten o’clock at night, trying to re-discover cheese – failing – when Jody walks in, eyes dry and hands cramped from driving. He’s unfamiliar. It’ll take my desire a little time to kick in. Ten minutes? An hour? A day? We haven’t seen each other since early July.
It’s raining hard, colder than it has been for most of the winter. Neil and Nonie, who own the house (but are not of particular significance in my life), have just gone to bed. The ski season has been terrible and Jody has had long stretches with minimal work. He turned in his ski school jacket this afternoon, I discover. He packed up his gear and drove without a break from Jindabyne to Sydney in four and a half hours.