Waiting for Lindsay
On a hot July day, Lindsay Mathieson, confident, careless and thirteen years old, walks up the beach where she has played all her life, around the rocks and out of sight. She leaves behind her two younger brothers, and two cousins. She does not come back.
Thirty years later, the events on that fateful day remain a mystery. Gradually the cousins are drawn back to the High House, where as children they played on that sunny beach. There they must come to terms not just with the past, but with their own fallibility, and an uncertain future.
‘It’s just not like her,’ Stuart kept saying, ‘to wander off without telling anyone.’
Not all night,’ Christine said. ‘Not all night.’
The children were going down to look along the beach. ‘Stay together,’ their mothers said. ‘Look after the little ones.’ They felt helpless: should they keep the children with them or not? But they had spent all the summers of their lives on this safe familiar shore. ‘We’ll call you,’ they said. ‘Don’t go past the rocks. Come back when we call.’
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