PROLOGUE: WINYANBOGA YURRINGA
The land stretches out before us like a blank canvas. There is a sense of timelessness.
NEECY has come from a great distance.
She listens to country. She is seeking permission. She looks to a flock of birds that pass overhead. She listens some more. She feels. She waits. She calls out to the old ones.
NEECY: Dhama Yenbena [Old People].
Dhama Winya [Old Woman].
Dhama Yiyirr [Old Man].
Dhama Mulana [Old Spirit].
Permission is granted.
She pulls a digging stick from her bag.
Boondi [A girlâs best friend].
Nanyirr [Stick].
Winyarrin nanyirr [Womenâs digging stick].
She begins to dig in the sand.
Bunburra djikurra. To Dig. Dig, dig. Get in there. Dig deep. Open up.
Dive in. Opening up the eyes of the earth. Grub about. Get dirty. Get in. We dig. We reveal that which does not want to be seen. Bunburra.
NEECY digs a large hole in the sand. Lights reveal NEECYâs niece, CHANTELLE, sitting off to the side with iPod and wearing headphones, sulking.
CHANTELLE: Can we go now?
SCENE ONE
The sound of an approaching minibus and the twang of loud country ânâ western music. The bus screeches to a halt and the women alight from it noisily. Dust travels into the space, quickly followed by WANDA, MARGIE and CAROL. The language comes hard and fast and overlaps, disturbing the peace.
WANDA: My moom is killing me?
CAROL: There musta been about âŚ
MARGIE: Weâre here!
CAROL: ⌠one thousand potholes âŚ
MARGIE: At last!
CAROL: ⌠in that road.
MARGIE: Not that many.
CAROL: There was!
MARGIE: The roadâs not that bad.
CAROL: I counted every one of them.
WANDA: We woulda got here sooner âŚ
MARGIE: ⌠if we didnât have to pick up Carol âŚ
WANDA: ⌠who was an hour late!
CAROL: I had a few things at work I had to finish off.
MARGIE: We waited for ages âŚ
CAROL: Donât blame me for being late! We spent nearly two hours in the supermarket buying food.
WANDA: Tim Tams are very important!
CAROL: Why did we have to have a conference in aisle three about what brand of baked beans we should get ⌠?
WANDA: I like yellow and gold!
MARGIE: I told you! Itâs Heinz or nothing.
WANDA: Yellow and gold! You save at least fifty cents!
MARGIE: They donât say âHeinz Meanz Beanzzzzâ for nothing!
WANDA: Itâs âBeanz Meanz Heinzâ.
MARGIE: Whatever.
CAROL: Then we waited for an hour at the butchers!
MARGIE: Why didnât w...