Shallow Breath

41

Desi




In the years after Maya’s birth, Desi notices a distinct rise in her popularity. Hester often stays until long after dark, cuddling her grandchild, saying that Jackson needs to spend time with his friends in town and she might as well wait to pick him up. And when Jackson accompanies Hester, he runs around the house giggling and hiding, as Maya crawls and, later, toddles after him earnestly.

Pete appears whenever he has a day off. He has adored Maya from the moment he saw her, when she was only an hour old. He had come charging into the hospital room in panic, but once reassured that Desi was okay he had picked up the tiny infant and held her close against his chest. A nurse had come in to take Desi’s blood pressure and whispered, ‘Daddy’s girl already, hey?’ Desi was exhausted; she had just smiled in response.

But she knows that, in the absence of Connor, Maya couldn’t ask for a better father figure. As often as he can get up from the city, Pete is there to turn cots into toddler beds, to fix bike tyres, to carry Maya along the beach on his shoulders and to chase the monsters from under her bed.

And, much to Desi’s surprise, another person arrives in her life to take care of them. Marie begins to walk to the shack regularly, always with bags or pots full of food. Desi hasn’t spent this much time with her in years, and they get to know each other all over again. Hester is delighted to see more of her old friend, and soon they are turning up at the shack at similar times, hunting down one another’s company. Marie has an infectious laugh and a pin-sharp memory, and sings songs to Maya in Italian, as Maya stares in surprise. But occasionally she comes in and gets straight to work in the kitchen, her head bowed, and Desi and Hester know to leave her alone. No one ever mentions Rick.

Rebecca hardly visits at all in the first few years of Maya’s life, but Marie offers an explanation. ‘She’s green with envy at the moment,’ she confides. ‘She wants a baby but nothing is happening. Let’s pray that Theo is working down there. He always did seem a bit too good to be true.’

Such comments make Hester and Marie chuckle, but Desi has to work hard to fix a smile to her face. Maya keeps her busy enough, but after she’s in bed Desi is usually too exhausted to do much more than put her feet up and watch television. And yet, as the months go by, it becomes so aimless and unsatisfying. Life isn’t about big dreams any longer. It is about putting one foot in front of the other, and seeing if that takes her anywhere. This world is so far removed from the one she had once imagined for herself and Connor that she wonders what he would make of it all.

She can still sometimes hear his voice. There was always a buoyancy to it, even in their deepest conversations. As she watches Maya’s mind awakening, she can often spot him in the edges of their daughter’s smiling eyes. Maya reminds her of a butterfly, flitting towards each new experience, perhaps landing for a moment before she is distracted by something else. Every day she is full of questions, and yet she accepts the world just as it is too, and only desires to understand it. Maya is the one who can make Desi laugh for real.

As Maya gets older, Desi and Hester set up some cages again in the back garden and Hester brings across a few of her convalescing animals. Before long, there is a colourful cast of characters there – including Mr Pink, the blind galah; Munchkin, the baby possum; Patch, the three-legged long-necked turtle. Desi cares for them, while Maya pays intermittent attention. At one point, Desi moans about how little interest Maya is showing in them. ‘I didn’t bring them for Maya,’ Hester replies.

As the months turn into years, Desi comes to accept this new life, letting it bed down into reality. It might be insipid and uninspiring at times, but at least it is calm. She forgets that she doesn’t need to go searching for turmoil; that when it’s ready it will find her easily enough on its own.




It is a dismal, stormy spring day in 1999 when Desi opens the door to Marie and sees she is soaked to the skin. Marie hurries to the kitchen without saying much, and Desi follows.

‘Do you want a change of clothes?’

‘No, I’m fine. Where’s the little one?’ Marie begins setting out yet another shopping bag full of food, keeping her eyes averted, and Desi walks across to her.

‘She’s watching television. Come on, Marie, you’re soaked! I’m sure I have something you can wear,’ she says, putting a hand against the small of her friend’s back, unthinking.



Marie jumps and winces. ‘Oh, sorry,’ Desi says in surprise, snatching her fingers away.

But Marie doesn’t say anything. She stops unpacking, leans over the benchtop and begins to sob.

Without asking permission, Desi slowly lifts up Marie’s blouse. Before she can even see ten centimetres of skin, she notices two circular black welts, one of which is ringed with yellow pus. She lifts the blouse a little higher. There are no more fresh burns, but what she finds more shocking are the number of faint brown marks, evidence of previous torture.

‘Oh, Marie.’

‘I thought it was getting better,’ Marie sniffs once her tears have lessened. ‘I thought he might have stopped.’

It is the first time that Desi has been given a true opening to talk about this. She hesitates, but has to ask the one thing she longs to know. ‘Why on earth do you stay with him?’

Marie glances up at her, and Desi is surprised at how angry she seems. ‘Where do I go, Desi? I don’t have any money of my own. Marcus has gone as far away as he can get. Rebecca is so happy at the moment, now she is expecting, thank God – and I will not drag her into this again. She kept quiet for me for years – she deserves this chance with Theo. Besides, he says that if I go he will hunt me down. He’s told me this many times.’ She grabs a cloth and begins to wipe furiously at invisible spots on the sink. ‘He spends so much time at the pub now, or in front of the TV,’ she says. ‘Most days I can stay out of the way.’

Desi remembers what Rick said to her all those years ago, on the afternoon she came back to the bay. Would he really pursue Marie if she dared to leave? Still, she cannot let it drop.

‘Marie, you can stay here any time. Perhaps if you stand up to him you’ll find that he’s all talk.’

‘And what if he’s not, Desi?’ Marie snaps. ‘Are you willing to take that risk for me? You have a little one in the house. Perhaps you should be more frightened.’

Desi has no answer. They are still staring at one another when they hear Hester arriving. ‘Don’t mention this to your mother,’ Marie mutters, turning away.

On any other day, Hester would have been astute enough to register the atmosphere as she walks in. But she is buzzing with a strange energy. ‘I’ve just heard some shocking news,’ she says to them. ‘You remember those Atlantis dolphins that went to the aquarium down at Hillarys? Mila and Rajah and Echo? Well, someone has poisoned them – they’re all dead.’