They are best friends, outstanding in their field, though their personalities and approaches to life are very different, Betsy outspoken and direct, always asking questions, always “that person”
It is a small town, a safe town, the welcome sign outside Palacios in rural Argentina dubbing it “where nothing bad can happen,” the local diner a hangout
A hat stand adorned with scarf, top hat and requisite deerstalker, a small writing desk and many lit candles, on the mantelpiece, on the upright piano, on the
It is an outback town of barbed wired fences, shut-down mills and closed minds, electricity pylons stretching to the promise of a distant horizon which can never be
A carved wooden chair, ornate but austere, with a single thin cushion, strictly practical rather than for comfort or relaxation, his papers on the table held in place
In the darkness, without visual clues to distract or fixate upon, only voices, there is no pretence, there is no hiding, there is only the shared experience of
