Carlene scraped the remains of the bacon and eggs into the bin. ‘I’ve invited Wayne and Jo and the kids over tonight. It’ll make it more of a party.’
Reuben’s chest burned with irritation. ‘I don’t think Finn is up to partying.’
‘Don’t be such a spoilsport,’ Carlene said. ‘I’m sure he’ll enjoy himself. Anyway it’s only a barbecue, nothing fancy.’
She delegated Reuben to cleaning the barbecue while she went out shopping for pre-dinner savouries, salads, marinated meats, breads, desserts and after-dinner chocolates. As he cleaned the barbecue, he thought about Curly. He was having serious doubts about the decision to enlist his help – doubts not only about his ability to do the job but his commitment to it. Even in his heyday as a technical geek, he’d been easily distracted by illicit sub
