When I was 11 I used to have this recurring dream where I was trying to buy a 1982 Datsun Sunny from a lady in Taroona. You know how these things go. One minute you’re curled under your doona halfway through the fourth Deltora Quest book, then your eyelids start developing a weird gravity of their own and then, gently –
I’d be standing there atop the driveway, looking out across the river, fugue-like, and then I’d look down and see it – this little angle-boxy car parked diagonally across the front of the garage.
