CHAPTER 4
The darkness was just beginning to lighten as Reuben stood bleary-eyed on the footpath outside the house. The rest of the street was still steeped in slumber. Snuggled up under their doonas. He was the only person awake on the whole planet.
A stiff breeze whipped around him and he huddled into his jacket. Underneath his tracksuit he wore the singlet and King Gee shorts he’d bought for the labouring job, and his steel-capped boots. On the ground beside him, his cap perched on a small cooler bag in which Carlene had packed sandwiches, fruit and water.
Who was he kidding? Wayne, hopefully. Certainly not himself. He was an impostor – nothing new, he’d been one all his life – but it was a hell of a lot easier persuading people to part with their cash than hauling tiles and clamberi
