She sat on the rock slab and unpacked her lunch: sliced silverside from last night's roast, gravy glistening cold on its surface; soft potato and yam that she ate with her fingers; a wedge of bread and butter pudding with Mum's fresh jam smeared on top; three Anzac biscuits and a blood orange, fresh from the tree.
-Kate Morton
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