CHAPTER 22
Thommo stuffed the fat envelope in his jeans pocket. ‘That’s the easiest three hundred dollars I’ve ever made. You got any more jobs like that?’
Reuben shook his head. ‘Afraid not. How did it go?’
Thommo shovelled a large dollop of cream into his mouth. ‘I decided beforehand to pretend to be a bit simple – some would say, not much pretence. Usually people are more tolerant if you’re handicapped. I raved on about cars and how much I loved them, and he was getting impatient so he got his gear out and started cleaning the windscreen, hoping I s’pose that I’d go away. But instead I grabbed a cloth and started helping him.’
He grinned. ‘That tested his patience because I made a few smears on the windows and he got really agitated then. He was almost bursting with the effort of no
