Here At the End of the World We Learn to Dance (2008)
“From this distance they sound like two caged birds. Everything that was good in their life is behind them. Everything that was once beautiful is fading. They sit lost in this new world, her mother’s elbows on the table, her father’s arms dangling at his side. Her mother blames the humidity for Roberto’s depression. In this heat everything goes off. It is too hot to do anything. It is too hot to think. Rosa sits up in the cold bath and draws a wave of cold water between her legs and waits for it to wash back over her groin.
In another hour Ivan will draw up in his old new car. A Holden with this and that and the other.
‘Get in. We’ll take her for a spin.’ ‘Her’ refers to the car? Or, is she ‘her’? And if so, what is this ‘spin’?
Their relationship is developing along the keel of curiosity and explanation.
The ‘spin’ takes her along Bondi Road. Over the tops of the brick houses she can see the deep lines in the ocean. A white sailboat is bobbing against the immensity of the white and blue world.
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