[10] 1/10 “And what about today?” asks Jo across this and toast. morning’s jam Stan smiles at never know. her: “You Later perhaps. An hour at most.” you “Don’t have work?” “One job. It’s small. at Soon there’ll be nothing left all.” Joanna you frowns. “What will do?” thought sleep the morning through. “I I’d At to lunchtime there’s TV watch....” Jo shakes her head and backs away, but not before she hears him say, some “...This afternoon I’ll drink scotch.” She tells herself a phase, it’s just but been going on for days. it’s [11] 2/10 Riding the emerald waves to Manly, working the good ship Collaroy, she distract her thoughts from Stanley. can’t Her father, as a handyboy, been told) both proud and mulish, was (she’s and, stubborn to the point of foolish, refused to work for other men. Not very much has changed since then. A small-time handyman out West, intransigently self-employed, lately growing paranoid he’s that his kind may have obsolesced— and that fortune might Jo’s afraid be labouring to prove him right. [12] 3/10 But Sunday on the harbour leaves no room for these mundane concerns. The Friendship sparkles as she weaves from shore to shore; the Fishburn churns the water into mist. When Charlotte is a cries, “Lady Herron harlot!” Supply is shocked, but Alexander is quite delighted with her candour. The clear spring sky, the sun, the flurries of spinnakers towards the sea, the Bridge and Opera House and Quay revive Joanna as she hurries from Bay to Sydney Cove, Watson’s a deckhand on the Golden Grove. [13] 4/10 She pulls the gangplank from the wharf
[10] 1/10 “And what about today?” asks Jo across this morning’s jam and toast. Stan smiles at her: “You never know. Later perhaps. An hour at most.” “Don’t you have work?” “One job. It’s small. Soon there’ll be nothing left at all.” Joanna frowns. “What will you do?” “I thought I’d sleep the morning through. At lunchtime there’s TV to watch....” Jo shakes her head and backs away, but not before she hears him say, “...This afternoon I’ll drink some scotch.” She tells herself it’s just a phase, but it’s been going on for days. [11] 2/10 Riding the emerald waves to Manly, working the good ship Collaroy, she can’t distract her thoughts from Stanley. Her father, as a handyboy, was (she’s been told) both proud and mulish, and, stubborn to the point of foolish, refused to work for other men. Not very much has changed since then. A small-time handyman out West, intransigently self-employed, he’s lately growing paranoid that his kind may have obsolesced— and Jo’s afraid that fortune might be labouring to prove him right. [12] 3/10 But Sunday on the harbour leaves no room for these mundane concerns. The Friendship sparkles as she weaves from shore to shore; the Fishburn churns the water into mist. When Charlotte cries, “Lady Herron is a harlot!” Supply is shocked, but Alexander is quite delighted with her candour. The clear spring sky, the sun, the flurries of spinnakers towards the sea, the Bridge and Opera House and Quay revive Joanna as she hurries from Watson’s Bay to Sydney Cove, a deckhand on the Golden Grove. [13] 4/10 She pulls the gangplank from the wharf
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