Thirty-Five
Memory 19
So with concealed under-eyes and my perkiest smile, I joined the Bangarra High Landcare Group at Bangarra Beach clutching a long metal rubbish-grabber in my hand along with everyone else.
Well, everyone else except Viggo, that is.
He was “coordinating”. Ryan was away at leadership camp, so Viggo was in charge. And in charge is where Viggo prefers to be. He was positively bouncing.
He’d made Kacey his second-in-command.
I was trying to hide my disappointment. I knew Viggo must have a strategy. Some sort of political reason for promoting Kacey. And she did seem to be taking her role seriously, racing around to relay Viggo’s instructions to the rest of us.
She was doing a good job.
She was also wearing a boob tube. And teeny-tiny denim shorts. And looked like a S
