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Ater the end o a long-term relationship, Alicias lie is at a
crossroads when news that her mother is critically ill takes
her back to her childhood home o Alice Springs.
Though she hasnt consciously intended to remain in
central Australia, when Alicia is oered a job setting up a school
on an indigenous outstation she decides to stay. Surrounded
by the mesmerising beauty o the desert, Alicia takes charge
o the new school and, though the challenges are substantial,
she nds the work deeply ullling.
When Alicia meets Patrick through her work, shes
instantly attracted to him. Patrick shares much o Alicias
outlook on lie and their relationship fourishes until they hit
a crisis regarding their uture together ...
From Alice With Love is both a beautiul love story and a thought-
provoking novel set in the exotic red centre o Australia.
F I C T I O N
Cover design: Nada Backovic Design
Cover photographs: Josephine Pugh/Arcangel Images,
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From Alicewith Love
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A beautiul love story,
a thought-provoking novel
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From Alicewith Love
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Chapter 1
Id been expecting Mum to call. Id let her quite a ew mes sagesduring the week. When my phone rang just as I was goingto bed and Michaels number came up I hal expected it might
be her.
Alicia, he said. Your Mum is really sick. Shes been admitted
to the ICU, they think its acute hepatitis.
It was impossible to take in.
Alicia, sweetheart, Michael said anxiously, are you there? At
rst I could only nod. I think I was waiting or it not to be true.
The seconds stretched. Finally I said, Yes. How on earth did that
happen?
I sat down while my stepather told me what he knew. Hed only
got back rom a week out bush that aternoon. At home hed ound
Mum slumped in the bathroom, vomiting, her skin a jaundiced
yellow. When he asked how long shed been there, she couldnt
tell him; in act, he said, itd been hard to get any sense out o her.
Hed rushed her up to the hospital. That was hours ago. He hadnt
wanted to call till he had some idea what was happening. Like
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me he knew there was no way I could have just grabbed a fight
anyway. There was only a morning fight to Alice Springs.
A team o doctors had assessed her. Shed been put on a range o
drugs to stabilise her. Antiviral and immunosuppressant. He wasnt
sure o all the details and I didnt really care. I just wanted to know
shed be all right. Theyd know more by morning he said. They
were waiting to see i she responded to the drugs; i not, they might
have to transer her to a liver transplant unit, probably in Adelaide.
That really shook me but I didnt know what to say. He sounded
overwhelmed and I elt too ar away.
Is someone else with you?
Yeah, the unholy trinity has arrived.
That would be Frank, Iry and Lucy. Part o my Alice amily.
Good.
I better get back upstairs. My phone will be o but Ill check
messages regularly.
Tell her Im coming. Ill be up in the morning. And keep me
updated. I they look like moving her let me know as soon as you
nd out.
O course, Michael said.
See you tomorrow, tell her I love her, and you o course.
I rang my ex, Floyd. Wed been together or ten years and though
our relationship had ended, the last nine months hadnt been easy
or either o us. Leaving my job as a primary school teacher at the
same time probably hadnt been the best decision to have made.
Financially and emotionally, it had been a dicult time. Just when
I thought Floyd wouldnt answer he did. He was in Darwin, getting
some background on a story but was coming back to Sydney on the
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red-eye. He suggested we meet at the airport. His calmness steadied
me and I was grateul he was still available to me in a crisis.
It was a warm night and I packed with the an whirring, aware
that this heat would pale into insignicance when I got to Alice.
Everything summery I had went into the case. At the last minute I
threw in my bush boots and hiking shoes. Without really thinking
about what I was doing I ound mysel tidying up the fat as though
Id be away or some time. As I was clearing up my desk, I came
across my employment older in the bottom drawer, containing my
CV, qualications, reerences. For some reason I picked it up and
threw it in my suitcase too.
When Id nished packing, I paced my small balcony, wishing
I had a view to calm me. But the ocean was blocked by fats just
like mine. Four foors up, I aced the back o other concrete boxes,
and the whining o air-conditioning units which had spread like
tumours on outside walls, blowing hot air. I couldnt go to bed.
Sleeping was impossible. There was no way I could stop worrying
about Mum. I elt so useless and scared.
In the end I rang a taxi to take me to the airport.
It was 4 am, still warm, and on the street, I could hear the sea
tumbling in the distance, the waves murmuring reassuringly, and
or a moment I thought about how it might be all Id miss.
The airport was dead but at least I elt like I was on my way.
I organised mysel near Floyds arrival gate. To pass the time I
watched the cleaners run their machines back and orth over the
foors as the terminal slowly came awake. The worst-case scen-
arios about Mum, that shed die or need a new liver, kept me tightly
wound and awake.
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Floyd was easy to spot in the disembarking stream, a head above
most o the other passengers. He looked tired, but on spotting me
his ace broke into a warm smile. As he drew up alongside me he
swung an arm around my shoulder, steering me through the crowd
into a corner booth in a ca.
His kindness in spite o everything that had passed between us
made it easier to lose it or a ew moments. I elt overwhelmed
with sadness and ound mysel crying on his shoulder. He hugged
me, his arms strong and reassuring, his stubbled chin resting on my
orehead.
Hey, he said, passing me a napkin so I could wipe my tears and
blow my nose. Rosll be ne.
You dont know that, I replied.
Shes tough. Shes the toughest woman Ive ever met. Have
some aith.
Floyd was good company, telling unny stories about Territory
politicians and generally trying to distract me rom spinning into
too dark a space. No doubt he had heard rom mutual riends how
much Id been struggling lately. My ragility was no secret and he
knew Id been leaning on Mum or support. Times had been hard.
I didnt want Floyd back, it wasnt that; I just wasnt condent Id
ever get the amily o my own I wanted.
Floyd and I both started when the baby in a nearby pram began
crying. Only its small bunched sts were visible, faying the air.
I sighed. Lie seemed so unair. I olded my arms on the table and
rested my head on them.
Floyd rubbed his palm in a circle on my back. Itll be alright,
he said.
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I hoped so. A message had come through rom Michael. Mum
wouldnt be moved.
See, Floyd said, optimistic as ever. Shes already on the mend.
On the fight, the ear that Floyds presence had kept at bay returned,
swamping me. My chest was tight and Panadol seemed powerless
against my headache. The cold glass o the window provided some
relie, though, so I rested my orehead on it or most o the three-
hour journey. Descending was an absolute relie; as the amiliar
landscape moved into ocus it calmed me a little, like the presence
o an old riend. In steady waves the caterpillar ranges marched
away to the west. To the south, ochre claypans were revealed,
delicately detailed, indecipherable as ancient maps.
As we swooped lower the white conical roos o Pine Gap came
into view. Spooky ears, my childhood riend Lekisha had dubbed
them or the spying the deence base was rumoured to do. For a
moment the lime-white road to the Aboriginal Catholic Mission,
one o the places Lekisha called home, appeared at the tip o the
wing beore unurling eastward like a cowboys cast rope. The green
smudges took ormmulga, corkwood trees, and acacia bushes.
And then wed landed with a bump, and were taxiing towards the
terminal.
The heat hit me like a slap as I stepped down onto the tarmac.
Outside o the plane, the country seemed more oe than riend.
The sky, vast and daunting, stretched beore and above me. Distant
brown ranges circled, shimmering threateningly, and heat radiated
rom the black tarmac.
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Inside the terminal I waited in a daze or my bags, trying to
distract mysel rom my ear by watching the dance o arrival play
out. I saw a couple o people I vaguely knew, including the recep-
tionist at Mums work, who smiled at me sympathetically.
Wheeling my bags outside, I waited in the stifing heat or
Michael.
The last time Id been here was at Easter. Floyd and I had come
up or a holiday. It had rained or two days and the river had
fooded. The waterholes had lled. It was a joyul time, watching
the country spring to lie as opportunistically as the desert did, in a
sudden bright burst o colours. Buoyed by the beauty, inspired by
these images o hidden possibilities re-emerging, Floyd and I had
almost ooled ourselves into thinking we could make it.
Since then there had been barely a drop o rain, not even in Jan-
uary when cyclones oten pushed storms inland. The bright colours
had long since aded, and the plants did what they could to survive,
receding back into a hazy purplish wash over the landscape. At the
end o the airport concourse the ghost gum cried tears o sap, leav-
ing sticky amber blotches on the ochre paving. Foreign buel grass
had rampaged through what had been an attractive native garden,
reducing it to a scratchy brown patch. Unsettled by how unhealthy
everything looked, I hoped it wasnt some kind o sign.
Fortunately, just then Michael pulled up next to me in a Land
Cruiser, the legal service emblem emblazoned on its door. I threw
my cases in the back and opened the passenger door, grabbing the
hand rail and swinging mysel up onto the seat. Michael leant over
and landed a kiss above my eyebrow beore Id even shut the door.
I gave him a clumsy hug over the gearstick.
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Im glad youre here, he said.
How is she going? I asked, watching his ace careully.
He played with words in his mouth, taking a long time to choose
the ones he wanted. Shes resilient, he said.
How careul he was with his words made me certain she was no
better than last night. She might even be worse. I dgeted with my
bag. I wanted to ask him more but I thought it might be better just
to wait and see her or mysel. He obviously ound talking about
her too hard.
Old songs I hadnt heard in a while played on the local radio
reminding me o Mum. Everything I saw out the window reminded
me o her. The wide sandy river, the red and purple hills, even the
buel grass which she hated. It struck me that i she died Id never
be able to bear coming back here, and Id lose both her and this
country I loved so much.
Shell make it, Michael said in the tone he reserved or acts. In
his court voice. Which oten made them not acts at all but details
in a narrative he was trying to sell.
Am I that obvious? I asked. I thought I was hard to read?
Who told you that?
Floyd.
Well, he said. I suppose it depends on the situation. I think
blind Freddy could see how you eel right now.
He squeezed my hand.
The driver o an oncoming van stuck a black hand out the
window, the turn o his palm, thumb and nger cocked. Whats up?
Was that Henry? I asked, craning my head around to stare
ater the van. Henry was Lekishas uncle and Id always had a
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sot spot or him. Yeah. Hes been great. A real leader. Now the
new housing has been built at Promised Land everyones more or
less up there all the time and hes getting the kids in and out to
school.
Hes running the kids into school in town?
Yeah.
Thats a big commitment, I said. And expensive too, given
it was a round trip o over two hundred kilometres.
Ros ound some money to help with the costs.
O course she did. Mum was every unding bodys nightmare.
I there was a dollar to be ound she could sni it out. Shed shown
a natural talent or nding money since starting here over thirty
years ago as a volunteer social worker partnered with an Aborig-
inal mentor, Lekishas grandmother, Magdalene. It was probably
Mums nose or money that prompted the Aboriginal health organ-
isation to give her and Magdalene some o their earliest paid roles.
Later, Im sure it was this same skill that had her promoted reluct-
antly into a management position. It couldnt have been her tact:
Mums eisty nature had oten landed her in trouble with bureau-
cracy. It was knowing just how to write a submission that had
saved her neck. That and her relationship with Magdalene.
With a pang o ear, I wondered what would save her now.
They think they might nally get that school up and running
there soon, said Michael, clearly determined to keep talking now
hed started.
Really? I said, jolted back. The dream o starting a school or
Magdalenes small community at Promised Land was almost as old
as I was.
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Yeah, theyre pretty condent. I heard theres been a response
to the last report they wrote to put up to the department. The one
Floyd was lobbying on behal o.
Thats good, I said, too distracted or the conversation. We
were nearly at the hospital when Michael, ever the pragmatist,
made a quick detour home so I could drop o my gear.
When we pulled in to the driveway, the house and garden looked
the same.
The old red gum was still standing. Above the roo line the fame
tree was ablaze with tongued red fowers. Fat purple ruit weighed
down the mulberry tree so heavily it looked like a weeping variety.
At the doorway I nearly tripped over Mums red Birkenstocks. All
by themselves they could have made me cry. I put my head down
and tried not to look at her old brown leather work bag on the hat
stand as I dumped my suitcase on the foor o the entrance hall.
Coming out I noticed Mr and Mrs Press across the street sitting
on their verandah in the same soa chairs theyd reclined in or as
long as I could remember. Mrs Press caught my eye as I was getting
into the car. I raised a hand in a wave but her return smile was so
loaded with concern and sympathy that I had to look away in case
I started crying again.
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Chapter 2
When we got to the hospital I insisted Michael drop me o inthe car park and head on to his oce. I saw him waver, hisinstinct to support me at war with his duty to return to work. Like
Mum, he had always been a complete workaholic. Hed been the
senior lawyer at the legal aid oce in Alice or decades. I knew even
this mornings break would be enough to have created a backlog.
There was no mercy in his line o work, no let-up.
Go, see whats happening at work then come back, I instructed.
Are you sure?
Michael! I bit my bottom lip and I think he saw then that it
wouldnt have mattered i his desk was totally clear: I had to see
Mum on my own the rst time. I needed space to cope.
He nodded. Take care, he said, giving my hand a squeeze
beore driving o.
ICU was on the top foor o the hospital near the operating
theatres. I made my way through the automatic doors and down
the hospitals expansive entrance, the big bright mural painted by
women I knew ailing to get my attention or the rst time. I didnt
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notice Frank, Iry and Lucy, who were waiting or me near the lits,
until they intercepted me.
Hey, I said, realising now why Michael had agreed to leave me.
We hugged in an uncoordinated scramble. Irys hair was blacker
and she was thinner. Frank was getting wider. And Lucy looked as
blonde and gorgeous as ever.
We just wanted to make sure youre okay.
Lucy held my hand while she spoke.
Thanks, I said. I just want to go up and see her.
You dont want one o us to come? Iry asked.
No. Im right. They were making me more nervous, not less.
Call, said Lucy. For anything.
I promised to and having just missed both lits, took the stairs
at a run.
On the rst foor I turned down the corridor towards the theatre
recovery room and then passed through some double swing doors.
The meeting room where amilies are given news o patients and
where they can just sit together when things are really bad was to
the let. The main door to ICU directly in ront. I pushed the buzzer
and waited. I was just considering whether I should push it again
when a nurse answered.
You must be the daughter, she said. Your dad said you were
coming.
I didnt correct her, only nodded and ollowed her into the open
and alsely cheery light o the space.
There, she said, tilting her head and letting me go on ahead.
In spite o all my ears and dark imaginings over the last ew
hours I was underprepared. The impact o the shock seemed to
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travel to me in slow motion. It didnt seem possible that the woman
in the hospital bed could be Mum. Her ace seemed bloated. Her
skin was an unnatural shade o yellow and hung o her loosely.
She looked as though shed aged ten years since Christmas. Why
did Michael say she was resilient? He should have just told me she
looked like she was about to die. Because she did. Mum was on
oxygen and had another tube down her nose. Her eyes were taped
closed. She was surrounded by machines, boxes that beeped and
displayed alarming-looking numbers that fashed red and green
like trac lights. It was hard to know how to get closer to her.
Tentatively I chose the side o the bed with the least obstructions
and took her hand, bending over to kiss her. I was shocked at how
putrid her breath was.
A large bag o clear liquid hung on a stand beside the bed, a drip
line eeding into a cannula just above her let wrist. I tried to ocus
on something small, something I could understand, and attempted
to read the label on the bag o liquid, but the letters were as incom-
prehensible as Mum being in such a bad way.
No wonder the others thought they should have come up
with me.
Fear pounded like sur. An undertow threatened to drag me out
where I couldnt stay on my eet.
The nurse stopped by to check Mums drip and she adjusted
a valve.
Were getting on top o it, she said. This sort o acute liver
ailure is most unusual. But try not to worry, all the indicators tell
us shes going well. She smiled reassuringly and moved on.
How could I not worry? I elt sick with it.
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I knew I should have managed to be tougher or Mums sake.
She couldnt bear it when I was upset. But as soon as the nurse
turned away I burst into tears. I didnt notice shed turned back
until I elt a comorting hand on my back.
Its a shock, she said. A big one. Have a cry. Its good.
I really cried. Nothing, though, like the crying this room would
have seen. The raw grie the nurse would have witnessed. The
rituals.
Thanks, I said, when Id managed to blow my nose and pull
mysel together.
All part o service, she said, kindly. And its Ali, she added as
she moved away.
Alicia, I said.
I took down the rail on Mums bed and perched careully next
to her, holding her hand tightly, taking in more calmly her ravaged
state, her shrunken chest, the worried creases embedded in her ace
as though, even so heavily sedated, she somehow knew she was in
deep trouble.
I wanted to do something, to say something, and I remembered
how in books and movies people are instructed to talk to uncon-
scious loved onesthat even i they cant respond, they can hear.
Youll be right, Mum, I said. I elt a bit silly talking to an
unconscious person aloud but I knew the sta wouldnt think it
was odd, even i they heard me. I rubbed Mums cool hand warm in
both o mine as I wondered what story I could tell her that would
best show her how much I needed her. There were so many. In the
end I chose an old one, rom when I was nine years old and Mum
would have been thirty-two. Younger than I was now, I thought.
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Do you remember the time you took me to the waterhole?
It was a SaturdayI know because I had a bye at netball and
you were home. And suddenly you said, Grab your shoes, a hat
were o. They were always spur-o-the-moment decisions, our
tripsat least I thought so, but maybe you planned those adven-
tures. Girls business, youd sing out to Michael, and wed head
o on what you called a one-box adventure. The single swag would
be in the boot, and orty litres o water ready and waiting as usual.
I always chose the stu or the ood box. I picked biscuits, ruit
and some nuts and dried ruit. A stub end o cheese. And at the
last minute I grabbed a ew eggs and some bread and you laughed.
We always ollowed the rules and told Michael where we were
going and when wed be back. We knew hed give us twenty-our
hours leeway beore hed come searching, in case wed had a minor
breakdown or we were having a good time and in no mood to rush.
That happened a ew times, didnt it?
On that Saturday we headed north, past the turn-o to Prom-
ised Land. Remember, Mum, the protest signs on the roadside,
the ght still on or the excisions up there. And that old sister
o Magdalenes was sitting there next to the signs like she could
have been part o the land. And you said to me, Can you imagine
begging like that or your home what some ella stole? O course
I couldnt. Still cant.
That day we went ar, up and then o on the Plenty. It was
stinking hot, unusual or early August, and the air-conditioning
in the car didnt work. Did it ever, or did you buy the beast like
that? I threaded a strand o Mums hair back behind her ear. Shed
always been ridiculously tough.
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We lost our way in the scrub searching or the waterhole you
said existed somewhere hidden in the hills. Not lost, lostwe could
have always made our way back to the main track and then to the
main road, we just didnt want to give up. We were quite method-
ical, I know that. For years I kept in my diary the coordinates you
got me to write. I wish I could remember the nal onesthen we
could go back there. But maybe we can go without them, nd it all
over again. When youre better, I mean.
By dusk we still hadnt managed to nd it, and you decided it
was too dangerous to keep searching so ar o the beaten track in
the dark. We saved the rest o the picnic ood or lunch the next day
and the eggs or breakast. Good thinking to bring the eggs, you
said, teasing me. Maybe you planned this. And when I looked
like sulking you tickled me and made me laugh.
We ate the last apple as though it was the most special apple in
the world. You cut it into waer-thin slices and ed them to me one
by one. We were sitting up on the wide bonnet o the car and once
wed nished eating we leant back on the windscreen to watch as
the stars emerged rom the darkness. The amous desert light show.
And you told me that the stars were the souls o children waiting
to be born. That that was why all my lie Id eel as i Id been
here beore and had known you orever. Because beore I was born
I was waiting up there, looking down.
I imagined then that her grip tightened in my hand. Clearing my
throat, I pressed on with the story. As the night grew darker, you
made me a bed on the back seat and gave me your sarong to keep
the fies and mosquitoes o my ace. You camped on the single
swag just outside my open door.
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I remember waking beore dawn, when the light was the pink
and blue o airground spun sugar, so sot, so beautiul, beore it
simply melted away into the yellow heat o the rising sun. Ive never
seen light change like that anywhere else. In act, when I think o
home its that image o sunrise which always comes to mind.
Anyway, I was looking down at you as the rst o the suns rays
reached you. Your hair was so long back then, lit up like a crown
o wild red sparks. It was the rst time Id ever really looked at you
when you were still. You seemed perect to meyour proud nose,
your wide ace, your mouth with the dark pink lipsmore beauti-
ul than an angel. I knew then Id seen you rom the sky and chosen
you to be my mother.
Shed been a good choice. Not always sweet, but air and
strong. Mum could always look ater hersel and was pretty capa-
ble out bush. Getting slightly o course had been unusual, and in
the morning it didnt take us long to nd the small pool less than
a kilometre rom where wed slept. The break in the escarpment
shed been looking or was hidden around the next bend in the
rocky curves o the ranges wed been ollowing the day beore.
Standing in the riverbed with the water at our eet we spent
some time looking up at the ace o the range, amazed by its beauty.
It elt as i someone, a god perhaps, had gone to great trouble to
nd just the right shape and shade o red rock to make this dra-
matic setting. I remember eeling as though my heart would burst
with love or the place, or my mother, or the lie Id been given.
Overcome with emotions I couldnt voice, I ran straight into
the water in my shorts and top. Ater Id splashed her enough,
Mum ollowed me in. It was lovely water, cold and brown but
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clean enough to drink. She told me this was a special place, and
that we were lucky Magdalene had given us permission to come.
Id never understood why she said that when rom memory,
the water was nowhere near Promised Land. Why would we have
needed Magdalenes permission?
We foated or ages in the small pool; when we were cold we
got out and lay on the bank and waved our arms to leave angel
imprints in the sand. I could have stayed or much longer, but we
had to be back beore Michael reported us missing. When we let
Im sure Mum promised we would go back sometime, but or some
reason we never had. Perhaps, i she got better, we could go there
again.
I stood up and stretched. At the central desk the nurse was busy
with the duty doctor, studying some data or other on a computer
screen. I assumed some o the inormation rom the monitors on
Mum were ed there but I had no real idea how the system worked.
I moved a chair closer to Mums bed so I didnt have to perch on
the bedside. It wasnt much more comortable sitting down. There
was a deep indent in the seat and it was hard not to be reminded o
all those other people whod sat here beore me. Waiting. Wonder-
ing. Hoping like I was that everything would be all right. With so
little control it was a terriying place to be.
I leant my head back, slipped o my sandals, put my eet on the
bed and stretched out as comortably as I could, as close to Mum as
possible. Im staying, here at the hospital with you, I said, trying
to sound lighthearted, until you at least say hello.
High above me on the opposite wall was a single window.
Anyone with business in this room had no time or views, but I
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was glad to be aorded a scrap o sky. It was reassuringly blue,
with small clouds, white as cotton wool, being chased across it by
the wind.
I texted Michael. FYI all ne here, no change. Tell others I be
in touch.
Finally the early start and the stress caught up with me, and
I closed my eyes, just or a moment.