Cirrus@Austlit

'Brown stuff settled in the water at the bottom of the pot. Jake stared at it. He know Mum was watching him from the balcony. he stared and she stood/ she had the wind in her ears; she heard it there, the dry-burble sounds as it passed, and she heard it in the trees. They were dry sounds too, the shushing together of brittle leaves, banksia and jarrah, the swishing of blood as it passed through the body. It seems a lifetime ago that she first heard the sound of her baby's blood, his heartbeat coming through the doppler in the doctor's office.' (Introduction)