I felt a pang when I heard about Loonie. It hardly sent me into a spin the way Eva’s death had, but I felt hollow, as though there was suddenly less of me. From a call box in Wiluna, surrounded by broken glass and red dirt, I called Grace. I’m sorry to call, I said. Yeah, you probably are. Everyone I know is dead. Or gone. And what are you planning to do? Put it all behind me, I said like a politician. I’m gunna put it all behind me and move on. She hung up on me.
