After the Camp
I’m sure there were 65 people at the Australia Day Camp this year. After almost everyone had left, I tried to make tea. It was 38 degrees and a total fire ban day. All the gas stoves had been driven away. I raked together some coals, fussed and flapped for half an hour and boiled before the water did. Covered in ash, I stormed back to the homestead, leaving the last guests and fancy teacups behind. The phone rang. While I was failing to make tea, my grandmother had died.