the table, her and her sisters. They had a fine old time of it.â
âReally? Win?â
Kitty didnât fancy asking Cecâs wife about submarines or anything else. For one thing, she would have to go into the house, which was dark and smelled strongly of dog, cabbage, urine and other things she couldnât identify and didnât want to. For another thing, she had never quite got over her childish fear of Win. It was Martinâs fault. He used to think it was funny to tell her that Win was an old witch who ate little children, and that was why she was so fat.
âOh yes, Win was born in that house of ours. Me, Iâve only been here since we got married.â
âSo you didnât know the person who committed suicide in the Haunted House â Mr Wolf ?â ventured Kitty. âWould Win have known him?â
âWouldnât think so. He was a Jew, you see. From â whatâs that place? â Checker-something. Winâs Church of England.â
âAnd what about his wife?â
âI can remember some sort of to-do about that after the war. There was some lady who thought the first wife had been killed over there in Europe, but it turned out sheâd been in America all along. Win was quite upset about it, for some reason.â
âSo Win did know them?â
âShe didnât say much about it. Go and ask her, if you like.â
Kitty could see she wasnât going to get any more information out of Cec. She handed over Sweetheartâs leash at the corner and trudged home, lost in thought.
ANDREA hung around the checkouts at the supermarket for a while until her mother noticed her.
âHey, sweetie!â Her mother looked around quickly. âMake it fast, you know what bloody Deanâll say if he sees us.â
The woman clad in business clothes who was unloading her trolley onto the conveyor gave a little sniff of disapproval. Andreaâs mother glanced at her.
âGod forbid that I should do my parenting in the bossâs time,â she said.
âSorry, Mum,â said Andrea. âI just need a bit of money. IÂ have to go to Leichhardt, to the library.â
âJust grab my bag. Itâs by my feet.â
Andrea dived under the counter. Her mother watched her with one eye as she passed the womanâs goods rapidly over the scanner.
âYeah, thatâs right. Take ten dollars, love. The library? Whatâs this for?â
âItâs a school thing. Thanks, Mum.â
She beat a hasty retreat as the shift supervisor came out of a back room, looking askance at her mother.
The bus to Leichhardt was slow, meandering through back streets and going around in circles. She had been hoping to see something that was obviously a library, but finally, reluctantly, she realised that she would have to ask the driver.
âItâs in the Italian Forum,â he said. âIâll tell you when to get off.â
When she got there, Andrea realised that she had been to the Italian Forum before. On the way in there was a row of little shops, one of them specialising in masks. The exaggerated faces were decorated with jewels, brilliant colours, glitter and feathers, some with long, bird-like noses. She could not imagine what sort of people would buy them, and where they would wear them.
She wandered past a fountain . From one of the tables nearby came a peal of laughter and she flushed, imagining it was directed at her. The sound came from a noisy group of girls in private-school uniform, eating gelato from little silver dishes. There was one she vaguely recognised. What was her name? Vanessa? Samantha, that was it.
As Andrea stepped back out of sight she noticed a sign pointing to the library.
A grey-haired man sat at a desk. Andrea approached him confidently, flashing Kittyâs library card.
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