Hilary sits high in the back of the Tompson's Land Cruiser.

Winter tread tyres swish.

Closed windows microscopically echo.

Farrel talks ga-ga.

The heater hums.

Birdcalls pierce the window. Tweek. Twitter.

Reminds her of the bird she heard at the Domain in April. Dip chink. A diamond dropped into a glass bucket. Only once.