shot straight up in the air. âHand me my corset.â
Beside her, Lilith rolled over and raised her tousled head. âIâll need to borrow your blouse, Phoeba.â
âYou donât need my blouse, Lilith. Just bat your lashes.â And she headed in to her own room. âUpsy-daisy.â
âYou know I have not been blessed with a morning temperament,â said Aunt Margaret, wriggling deeper into the mattress.
âIf you stopped anointing yourself with sherry youâd be blessed enough to paint sunrises. Now come Aunt, the squattocracy is visiting â the one Lilithâs got her eye on. We need to be at our best if we want to unload her.â If she could just make that happen, thought Phoeba, the pressure would be off and life would be perfect.
Lilith ran into the room, grabbed Phoebaâs new blouse from the wardrobe and ran out calling, âThe wands, Phoeba, put them on!â
Margaret pushed back the bed sheet. âI didnât know Lilith could run.â
Robert milked the goat, left the bucket in the cool under the tank-stand, chopped some wood, liberated the chooks and then sat on the veranda with his newspaper and looking glass while the house rumbled with thrupping skirts, yelled instructions â âPhoeba. We cannot serve rabbit!â â and doors snapping open and slamming.
He watched a group of swaggies jump down from the livestock trucks on the nine oâclocker and straggle up the lane towards him, and he nodded to the dusty men as they passed though his yard humping their swags. Shearers. They didnât ask for bread or tea and they were neater than itinerant workers, but not as neat as the fallen city men, the depression victims, the dispossessed bankers and factory workers, the shopkeepers and merchants. At least they would eat a few rabbits.
Maude called, ready for her ï¬nal armouring, and Robert took himself inside to the bedroom where she waited, her large, cotton bottom hovering in front of the mirror and her whalebone corset in place. He took the laces, Maude placed her forearm under her very long, round breasts, lifted them and positioned a curved horsehair bustpad underneath. âRight,â she inhaled. Robert pulled, pulled again and then tied the laces ï¬rmly. His wife turned to him, her high cleavage forced up from the satin and bone contraption like pink porridge.
âYou must ask Marius Overton to stay for lunch,â she said.
âMust I? You only want to boast to old pigwidgeon Pearson.â But he held her long, chocolate brown serge frock patiently while Maude dived under the hem and manoeuvred it down over her now ï¬rm form.
âThe ploughing match is on Saturday and the dance is coming up,â she said, forcing her arms into the dressâs narrow forearms. âWe donât want wallï¬owers.â
âCertainly not,â said Robert, thinking of the available men in the district â dozens of farmers, at least sixty shearers and rouseabouts at Overton, not to mention stockmen and yardmen, swaggies and sundowners, boundary riders and city guests.
Maude dragged the last yards of gathered cloth down over her hips and twisted them about until they sat neatly where her waist had once been. She turned again and Robert adjusted his eyeglasses to button her frock at the back. But his ï¬ngers were too coarse to manage the small, cloth-covered buttons.
âGet Phoeba to do this,â he said at last. âIâm too old.â
She bustled out, a rustling cloud of brown ruches and tucks, calling back to him, âand clear out the dining room.â
Phoeba pulled her sisterâs corset strings. Lilithâs face went red and the veins in her neck stood out. She leaned her torso sideways, reaching over her hip to her knee.
âOne more,â she gasped.
âLilith, youâll faint into your salad.â
âOne more!â
The one thing Phoeba knew was that the day
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