Chapter 38

                Stella sat out on the small balcony of her Brisbane flat sipping a glass of white wine. She stared at the stars. It had been a long day and one which wasn’t memorable. There had been four tricks. One older man of around sixty-five who took a while to get started but at least he had been gracious. The other three were in and out quickly. These three blended in as though they were all the same person. She wouldn’t be able to distinguish one from the other if she were called upon to describe them as individuals. In fact they were young enough to be her children, her sons. What a weird life she led – one she had little choice about.

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