It didn’t have the look of a winning ticket. She couldn’t be bothered putting it in her bag and then having to find it when they drew the raffle.
She held her flimsy raffle ticket for the lucky door prize safe on her lap. Erika could hear the distant gentle clatter of cups and saucers being set up for the morning tea now. The speaker after Clementine was going to talk about Council’s controversial redevelopment plan for the local pool. The five-dollar fee for today’s event included two guest speakers, a delicious homemade morning tea and the chance to win a lucky door prize. Was Clementine really a “well-known” cellist? That seemed a stretch. Hear Sydney mother and well-known cellist Clementine Hart share her story: “One Ordinary Day.”
The blurb was short, and not very informative: “I saw the most interesting woman speak today,” they wanted to tell their children and grandchildren.īefore she came, Erika had looked up the library’s website to see how it described Clementine’s talk. These were intelligent, informed senior citizens who had come along on this rainy (yet again, would it ever end?) morning to collect new and fascinating information at their local Community Matters Meeting. Most of the audience were elderly people, with lively, expectant faces. There were maybe twenty people in the audience, although there were foldout chairs available for twice that many. Nobody would call Vid’s backyard ordinary.Įrika sat in the middle of the back row of the audience in the event room that adjoined this smartly renovated local library in a suburb forty-five minutes out of the city, not thirty minutes, thank you very much, as suggested by the person at the cab company, who you would think would have some sort of expertise in the matter. She crossed her legs, tucked one foot behind her ankle, and sniffed.
Well, not exactly an ordinary backyard, thought Erika. “An ordinary neighborhood barbecue in an ordinary backyard.” The microphone amplified and smoothed her voice, making it more authoritative, as if it had been photoshopped. “This is a story that begins with a barbecue,” said Clementine.
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