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“No,” she agreed. “But I know about contracts. I know about negotiations. And I know that April in Australia is when things die—or when they get replanted.”

She arrived on a Tuesday afternoon, stepping off the Greyhound at the junction of the Bruce Highway and a gravel road that led nowhere except to him. She wore a linen dress and sunglasses that cost more than his first tractor. Behind her, the cane fields stretched like a green ocean, already beginning to gold at the edges. april in australia

“I never told you about your mother. Not really.” “No,” she agreed