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ALYCE
Gracieâs got brown hair, like me. Sheâs about the same height too. People notice her. I think itâs her voice. Itâs always louder than you expect and covered with laughter.
I was surprised when she said she didnât want to work with me. I donât know Gracie very well, but I remember once in Year 3 she gave me an invitation to her party. She spelt my name right. Everyone always spells it with an âiâ, even the teachers. Ever since then I thought she would be nice. I never thought sheâd look at me like I was nothing.
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HELEN
I held Gracie on the day she was born and thought, she is the most amazing thing Iâve ever seen. She is fragile. Alive. Ours. âBill,â I said, âweâre in trouble now. This kid is going to run all over us.â
Things come easily to Gracie. Before she was born I felt her name on my lips. Grace. I knew then that she would have something special. Itâs in the way she smiles, the length of her lashes. Her fingers. In her run when sheâs playing soccer.
In school, I was always the last one picked on the netball team. Itâs not that I want Gracie to know what that feels like. Iâve always been proud of her strength. Sometimes I worry, though. Sheâs so impatient. I see it at the nursery. She canât understand why she kills the plants. She canât see that some things need nurturing before theyâre strong enough to take off on their own.
Sometimes you need to wait, Gracie, and then things happen. Beautiful things. You canât see them at first, like vegetables growing under the soil. Like tiny shoots, arriving unexpectedly, green on old branches.
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BILL
The day Gracie was born I thought, she has her motherâs eyes. They were eyes of fire. I knew then that I would do anything she asked me. Sheâs so much like Helen, even though neither of them can see it.
Helen is harsh sometimes, tells Gracie and me to get off our arses and take the rubbish out, or clean up the mess in the damn kitchen. If she finds a spider in the house, though, she wonât kill it, sheâll put it back in the garden. Sheâll order three tonnes of manure and talk about life and death while sheâs unloading it. Helenâs soft when sheâs thinking about Gracie and hard when sheâs talking to her.
Sometimes they fight and roar at each other like rough winds along the coast. I wait until itâs quiet, and then I find Gracie and I tell her the story of her beginning. I remember for her a mother with tired eyes, crying with relief because her daughter has been born, crying because she is safe.
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nemesis noun : the retribution of fate
for wrongdoing
GRACIE
There are only two other times Iâve felt exactly right like I did at that moment with Nick. The first was when I was much younger. I used to have this dream. I was staying at a farm. There were acres of trees, tall, and far enough apart so that the sun lit up the day between them. The first thing I remember about the dream is that it was warm. The second thing is that I could fly. The wind took me up and I was swimming through air currents like waves. Iâd wake and still have the feeling that it was true. The second time I feel right is when Iâm on the soccer field. Itâs the closest thing I have to that dream.
We lose the toss today. Flemming kicks off and Martin and I run out to the side. Their defender is close but Iâm fast. I get the ball. Martin shouts at me to cross. I pretend not to hear him.
Heâs saying what he always does when I get the ball. Kick it to him, to Flemming, to the centre and then move back to defence. I donât need to. I can make it. I run fast. My feet areflying. I want Nick to see me score this goal. I want him to see it come off my boot and fly. I love the look on the face of the goalie. He canât believe a girl kicked it.
I donât see the defender coming