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week-end. Jenny Wray. She’s in Highland Street, not far from my place. Have you met any one else in town, yet? It’s early days. You’ll soon know everyone in town, working for Dr Death. And I guess you’ll know more about them than the average Joe.
    You will be paying your rent to our office on Fridays. It’s Monday and I don’t know if I can wait that long to see you. I might just feel a bit off colour some time this week and come and say hi at the surgery.
    I’m going to the Small Business Awards night in Boowah tomorrow night. A tedious event but I got out of going last year and Ron wants all the staff there, except Belinda the receptionist, who incidentally is back at work. She doesn’t look very sick. I doubt she ever was. Probably just went on a mini holiday.
    The wind has picked up tonight. Your place is built in a kind of dip so you’ll probably feel it more than me. It’s howling. Does wild weather bother you? I love it. The power of nature is awe inspiring. Gale force winds and cracking good electrical storms are fairly common here at certain times of the year. You’ll probably feel the first winter. Most people only find that first one hard. Due to the town’s elevation, we usually get a fall of snow and then no-one goes to work outside of town as the roads out are too dangerous and the local kids all boycott school and spend the day making snow-men and throwing snow balls. By late afternoon it’s all brown slush!
    Hope you had a good day at work.
     

    26/05/05 Wednesday
     
    I didn’t write to you last night as I had that boring function to attend. I don’t think I’d ever realized how many self-inflated egos reside in these parts. Most of the thank-you speeches went something like this –“I’d like to thank me for being so wonderful.”
    Hardly surprising that our agency was overlooked. Every year Ron gets or pays someone to nominate us and he builds up delusional hope that he may have some honour bestowed upon him. But the truth is he is a shallow shark, he cheats on his wife, he runs the business abominably and he spends far more than he makes. Business was good last year but it’s dropped right off.
    Karen, our other salesperson, and I were making small talk and your name came up. I don’t remember how. I think we were discussing the high number of city folk doing the tree change. Anyway it appears that your eldest son Daniel is rather keen on her daughter Sofia. They travel together on the school bus and have a few classes together. I understand your young man is quite a musician. I think she said he played guitar and piano.  Where does that stem from? Are you musical yourself, Grace? I love jazz. Can’t get enough of it. I fire up the stereo every afternoon while I prepare dinner. I guess you’re into …I’m not sure. I’ll have to think about that one.
    So it’s nice that your kids are fitting in so well. To have an almost girlfriend at sixteen, two days into a new school, is pretty impressive. Your family certainly packs a punch when it comes to making an impact on people.      
    You are still leaving your window down. I know you’ve got the car parked directly out the front of the surgery so that you can keep an eye on it but I’m surprised a girl from Bondi is so relaxed about locking up her vehicle. I’m not harping. Just concerned.
     
    I spoke with you today on the phone. Definitely the highlight of my day. You’ve made me an appointment with the good doctor for midday tomorrow. You were obviously busy so our conversation was brief. Your voice is like cognac. Sweet and yet rich, warming and sends a tingle down my spine. You were sounding very efficient and professional. I’m sure you’re doing a great job there. Someone mentioned the new medical receptionist the other day, saying you seemed very nice after the last one who was a bit of a dragon, I gather. I smiled to myself proudly, knowing that I knew you so much better than anyone in town. Sometimes I feel