Is it concussion?' 'Hopefully not.' 'Well, that's something.' Jennifer took a couple of deep breaths, nibbled her lip, looked down at thefloor, and th...n back at Mary. 'Listen, Mary. I know I shouldn't be bringing this up now. But ... tomorrowmorning, Miranda was going to, ah, see to us , in thechanging-rooms. You know, for leaving the form-room in a mess.' 'Yes, I know,' said Mary, with a note of warning in her voice. 'Oh, we're not trying to wriggle out of it, or anything! Of course not!. But towards David Shiner there was nothing but anger. Eventually, on the Saturday morning he could not resist driving round to David Shiner's address. He pulled up in his car outside the neighbour's house and sat and watched. David Shiner was mowing the front lawn, up and down in stripes. He looked exactly as he imagined him, a totally average man in his early forties, not too fat but probably a little heavier than when he had been in his twenties. He had less hair than Greg had imagined, with. Backing away, she shouted that I would regret it, which started me worrying for Cathy's safety. As the girl ran off I tried saying the key phrase out loud, but it didn't work. I realized someone besides Cathy had to trigger it. Thinking about the effects that the fight would have on Cathy's relationship with the girl, I absent -mindedly started to walk home using my old shortcut that I used to use as a boy -- across the old railway trestle bridge. It was dangerous, and mom always threatened me. [Sturt, Chapter 1]The road then trended north and I could see Fort Grey Basin / Lake Pinaroo, an ephemeral lake which appeared to be nearly dry. (Fort Grey was a provisions stockade built by Charles Sturt to support his inland expeditions.) The road veered left, Cameron Corner Road becoming the Dunes Scenic Drive, as I entered Sturt National Park.The scenery was stunning. First a gigantic clay pan, then large red sand dunes that sat four metres high, and more expansive clay pans and small rocky.