It was in the month of February, and it wasFebruary, and hot enough outside to buckle the road. My fatherDad1 drove me in the car down the red dirt road that led out of town, which was about forty kilometres in lengthout of town, and neither of us really said very much of anything at allmuch.
The thing that I remember is that my motherMum did not come out to the gate to say goodbye to me. I think thatI still think she was standing behind the flywire door of the house, watching2, but at the time I did not look back at the house at all.
It was atAt Cobar that he pulled up behind the bus and he did not turn the engine of the car offleft the engine running.