I was happy enough to move out of the Altona house, but not to leave Ebony. In my little mind, I had envisaged us moving into my place in South Melbourne once she’d got her life settled. Getting her life settled now seemed almost unachievable; Sophie Marris had seen to that. In the four days since Sandy dropped the Sophie Marris bombshell, Ebony hadn’t left the house. She said she was working out her options. I kept away, waiting for those options to see the light of day.
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Ferdinand didn’t look up from his keyboard when I walked into the office. ‘Good morning, boss,’ I trumpeted.
He jumped. ‘You startled me. Don’t do that again,’ he complained.
‘How will I know not to startle you again? What’s going on? I walked in like I usually do.’
‘Go and sit at your desk, get organised for t
