‘Oh, Rubie!’
Carlene stopped in mid-chop of a shallot, knife poised. ‘Tell me you’re joking!’
‘I could tell you I’m joking, but it wouldn’t be a joke.’
‘You fell into the pool? And broke all the tiles? On the first day?’
‘I didn’t break all the tiles, only two. And thanks for your concern, but if the pool hadn’t been there, I would have probably smashed myself to bits as well.’
Carlene threw the chopped shallots into the pasta sauce. ‘What is it with you and jobs? You’re jinxed, I’m sure of it.’
‘It was an accident, it could have happened to anyone.’
She sighed. ‘But it never does happen to anyone, it always happens to you.’
She sat down at the table with her head in her hands. ‘So I suppose Wayne fired you.’
Reuben uncorked the bottle of shiraz he’d bought on the way home to help
