Chapter Thirty Four
They found the holiday rental in Yeppoon quite easily after straightforward directions from the Real Estate Agent in town.
The blue of the ocean was astounding; its intensity a stunning contrast to the red dust they’d travelled through for days. They piled out of the car, gasping in the breeze at the water’s edge.
Isobel’s fingers shook as she went through a bunch of unfamiliar keys. The front door swung open and she peered into the gloom. All the blinds were drawn and the shutters down. She stepped over the threshold in slow motion. It was cool inside. Their very first Australian home.
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