We are visiting my maternal grandmother. We are telling her that my father’s sister is definitely still alive, although a letter sent to her in 1964 has just come back to my grandmother with a note from Australia Post saying it was undeliverable.
Then I am at share house I once lived in, where they have turned one of the bedrooms into a butcher’s shop because they could never finish a whole turkey meal without getting up. There is a running gag about the refrigerator.
Finally I am at my mother’s house. A man is at the window asking for water, but I notice that there are other people standing all the way around the house, waiting. They have done something to the telephone connection, because when I try to call 000 (on my mobile phone) all I can hear is someone saying “boards” over and over again. I tell my sisters to get outside and run, but they are cut off by bad people. I make it out of the gate and then I have no idea where I am running to.
