By Dianne Wolfer
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I’d never decorated a room by myself before. At the old house, Mum had chosen the colours when I was little. Perhaps she’d let me re-paint my room, but then the APB probably had rules about their houses having to be drab colours! ’ I left my bag on the floor and went to help unpack the car. After all the greasy food on the Nullarbor, I was looking forward to some salad. ’ Dad called from across the yard. We walked over to the neighbours’ house. Leonard C ro k e r, the man in charge of the unit, was out checking traps, but a tall man and his dog were standing with Dad at the barbecue.
After we checked in I walked down the main street, but the shops had closed and there wasn’t much to see. When the streetlights winked on, I returned to the motel room. Mum was washing her hair and Luke was watching something noisy on television. I sighed. Surely Eucla couldn’t be worse than this. 36 4 The trip to Eucla took forever! Although Mum had driven solidly all day, Norseman wasn‘t even h a l f w a y. After leaving town there were only roadhouses and tired-looking motels. Distances between service stations were measured in hundreds of kilometres on huge signboards, and I felt like crying as we drove further and further fr o m civilisation.
Sorry. I was wondering if you’d like to draw old Bluey here. I’ll pay you,’ he added. ’ I said before realising how ru d e I sounded. ’ I stared. The isolation must have warped his mind. ‘That’s far too much,’ Mum protested, but Joe waved his hand. ‘Not if it’s a good likeness,’ he said, lifting the dog and holding her up to Mum. ’ Mum nodded quickly while Luke and I grinned. Mum hated dogs! ‘Put the smelly thing down,’ Darlene said, handing Mum a drink. ’ I am, I thought, deciding it might be fun living next door to this strange person.