explained. âThatâs what Herr Schaedel thinks of your grandson.â
âBut why didnât you tell us?â Grace asked.
âI had to be sure.â She looked at her parents. It wasnât the reaction she was expecting. âWell?â she asked.
âItâs wonderful, for Erwin,â Grace conceded.
âDad?â
âWonderful â¦â
âBut â¦?â
âItâs a big move, for a boy.â
âHeâs not a boy, heâs nearly a man. And anyway, if you havenât been noticed by seventeen itâs all over.â
They sat together for another minute and no one said a word. At last Sam asked, âHow will you afford it?â
Madge shrugged. âIâll have to sell Godâs Hill Road.â
Sam sat up. âYou canât do that. What will you return to?â
âIf heâs not a success,â Madge explained, âthen we canât come back.â
âWhat the hell does that mean?â her father asked, shaking his head.
âDo you want us to return with our tail between our legs?â
âMadge, stop this silliness. You canât uproot the boy â â
âItâs decided.â
Sam slammed his hand down on the smokerâs table. âHeâs a boy!â
âNo.â
Silence again. Madge stared at her father with a grin. He knew the look. It was Graceâs look. There was no point arguing when sheâd decided. And now his daughter had become a Cruikshank print â with every line, expression, shadow and mood just as real as the original.
âItâs decided,â Madge repeated.
âWell, you canât sell the house,â Sam insisted. âYou might think this is all very noble and heroic, but the chances are youâll need to return, sometime.â
Madge shook her head. âWhen Erwin returns to Adelaide,â she explained, âheâll buy us a mansion at Torrens Park. For his holidays, when heâs not in Europe.â
Sam dropped his head and sighed. âMadge â¦â
âI wonât return to the Valley.â
Sam looked at his wife as if to say, This is your doing. You filled her head with silliness. I wanted her out on a horse, but you knew better. That damn piano. And look where itâs got us. Why didnât you teach her to cook a roast? Then she wouldâve got a husband, a dozen kids, a decent home and happiness.
âWhat?â Grace asked, looking back at him.
âWhat do you think?â
âIf sheâs made up her mind.â
âAbout the house?â
She shrugged. âIf thatâs what it takes. Believe it or not, Erwin might have a chance. Heâs very good, Samuel.â
âI know heâs good,â he blurted, âbut so are a million others.â
âA few hundred perhaps,â Madge conceded. âBut thatâs why we have to go, to narrow it down. How many years was it until a Bray Hereford won a prize?â
âWhatâs that got to do with anything?â
âYou had to breed those animals for years.â Madge looked at a row of ribbons hanging high on the wall. âNineteen twelve,â she said. âYouâd been at it for twenty years.â
âErwin is not a Hereford.â
âItâs the same thing.â
âItâs not.â He slammed his fist on the arm of the chair. âGo on, take him to Hamburg, get it out of your system, but you canât sell the house.â
âI have no choice.â
Sam stared at her. He had no idea that Killalah had already been leased. He was a simple, honest man who still believed his daughter was the girl heâd tucked into bed thirty years before. Grace knew better, but never said anything; that would be like opening herself up to her husband. Even in marriage there were small, sinewy strands that had to be hidden.
âHow else can I get the money?â she asked her
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