<p>Picking up her pace, Frances saw a woman in the leaf-hung depths of the garden. She wore a long pink dress and a wide hat, and her skin was a creamy white. There came upon Frances a sensation that sometimes overtook her when she was looking at a painting: space was foreshortened, time stood still.<br><br><br>When Frances met Charlie at a party in Melbourne he was married with a young son.<br><br><br>Now she and Charlie live in Sydney with her ...