Chapter Seventeen
Christian Ashcroft tilted the dregs of his can of Fosters in his mouth, scrunched up the can and threw it in the large plastic bin in the corner of his workshop.
His mobile, connected to his radio, was playing a country song: The Good Stuff by Kenny Chesney. Chris loved country music. If he had the money, he would fly over to Nashville during a festival. The song was perfect for how he felt about Edie, his wife. Not least because the lyrics had a character die of cancer.
Sitting on his swivel chair in front of his large mahogany desk, Chris thought how cruel life was, taking his son from him two years before diagnosing Edith with breast cancer, which had metastasized into the lungs. She underwent all the treatment possible, chemo and radiotherapy, starting with attempt
