Kirribilli

She had made such a neutral, dispassionate dismissal when I had asked her if she herself was an artist, back in Kirribilli, years ago.

The Legacy Kirsten Tranter 2010

It seemed like a long drive to Kirribilli, even though it was only a few miles.

The Legacy Kirsten Tranter 2010

She told me about it over at Kirribilli the weekend after she returned to Sydney.

The Legacy Kirsten Tranter 2010

Ralph spent less time at the Kirribilli house than he had before.

The Legacy Kirsten Tranter 2010

We read The Age of Innocence in the same class together and cried over the movie, watching it twice, once at the video shop late at night and again the next day at the Kirribilli house with popcorn made on the stove.

The Legacy Kirsten Tranter 2010

We drove over to Kirribilli, sky halcyon blue through the struts of the bridge.

The Legacy Kirsten Tranter 2010

“I raided the old Kirribilli cellars for a few bottles of something.”

The Legacy Kirsten Tranter 2010

We ended up back at the Kirribilli house, getting drunker and drunker, sitting in the car in the driveway, listening to the radio as Ralph went back and forth to the house, bringing bottles of wine and water and glasses.

The Legacy Kirsten Tranter 2010

Half the time at Kirribilli I expected him to disappear upstairs in his old jeans and corduroy jacket and reappear dressed for dinner in a tuxedo suit, descending the stairs like a figure from a 1930s film, completing the transition from low to high, depraved to refined.

The Legacy Kirsten Tranter 2010

Ed was still trying hard with her every so often, over at Kirribilli for lunch, taking her out to see potential cars to buy and giving her the occasional driving lesson.

The Legacy Kirsten Tranter 2010