Alcandor and Caterina
settled in a rented home in the Riverland of South Australia, and Alcandor
immediately found a factory job, supporting the bountiful fruit industries of
the region.
At first Caterina stayed
home to look after Dymas but, once he was at school, she joined Alcandor
working in the factory. They wanted to work hard for their children to provide
for them in a way they were unable to do in their homeland.
When Caterina went to enroll
the children at the local primary school, a Greek interpreter was provided for
her. The headmaster asked her to provide evidence of the children’s birthdates,
so she arranged to return the next day with their birth records.
That evening, while washing
the dishes, Caterina remembered she needed the olive wood box for the
children’s birth certificates. Alcandor had produced it on their arrival in
Australia to present the necessary documents to prove their identities, but she
couldn’t remember seeing it since then. She turned to Alcandor who was sitting
at the kitchen table reading a Greek newspaper.
‘Darling, I need the
children’s birth records from the olive wood box. Where have you put it?’
Caterina was unprepared for
his response. Her husband’s body stiffened and his knuckles whitened as he
gripped the pages of the newspaper. He didn’t raise his eyes, and hesitated
before answering her with an uncharacteristic abruptness. ‘What do you want it
for?’
‘I need to take the
children’s papers to the school so they can be enrolled.’
Caterina stood motionless,
her hands dripping sudsy water onto the floor as she faced her husband. Without
looking at her, Alcandor stood up and roughly pushed his chair aside. ‘I’ll get
them for you. Don’t trouble yourself.’
Caterina turned back to the sink as Alcandor left the room, her
face flushed with shock. He had never spoken to her like this before nor denied
her access to the wooden box. The box belonged equally to both of them. It was
a family treasure. Why was there a problem now? And why did he speak to her so
harshly?
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