2008.

(1)
David S. is looking after a suitcase filled with the loose pages of my autobiography. He hands it back to me. I see that some of the pages are stained with blood. Embarrassed, I try to wash it off with water.

(2)
Sitting in Hope Bible Chapel with Gavin. There is a menacing atmosphere. Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes walk down the aisle from the pulpit, smiling with big round red cheeks. I'm pregnant, but no-one believes me. There are very tall people, twice my height, seated in the pews. I say to Gavin, "See? They are so tall God must have made them - but not us."

2009.
March 21.

Hannah and I lived back at Ranzau Road. We were going to our old primary school. Hannah asked if I'd been the last few days. I said I had but when I tried to remember being there, I couldn't. Hannah said she didn't hear the morning bell and stayed half the day down the back field talking with Grandad Pat. I sat with him on the couch but drizzzled melted chocolate onto his white shirt, so he got up to change.

Mum wanted to say goodbye to us. She gave us a big pile of glass and rock jewellery. We picked out our favourites. Mum told us she was being arrested for being drunk when Gran lived with us. I started crying.