Clementine wandered up the hall towards her cousin’s bedroom and stood for a moment outside the door, yawning and rubbing at her heavy eyes. She couldn’t understand why she felt so sleepy. It was three whole days since she’d got here, long enough for the tiredness of the journey to have ebbed away. Three days since Fan had met her at the station and Clementine had barely recognised her. There’d been no one else waiting on the platform to meet the Sydney train, only this woman with the little boy in the stroller – a tall woman in a drab cotton dress with the hem coming down. Common sense should have told her that it was Fan and yet even when the woman turned and Clementine had seen her face, thin and gaunt as Fan’s had never been, she could still hardly believe it was her cousin. A thought had rushed into her mind before she could stop it: she looks like she’s been left out in the rain. She’d had to struggle to stop herself from crying out loud, ‘What’s happened? What’s wrong?’ ‘Clementine!’ Fan’s slow sweet voice was just as it had always been.
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