Chapter 7
‘Come with us and look at the cotton,’ said Ric. ‘You don’t want to be staying here by yourself.’
‘Yes, I do.’ Sophie curled up on the couch. She aimed the remote at the television, flicked through the channels and settled on a cartoon about talking pigs and spiders.
Ric rubbed a hand over his eyes. ‘So, what, you’ll watch telly all morning? That sounds pretty boring.’
‘Not as boring as looking at your stupid cotton.’ Sophie didn’t look up. ‘Just a heap of flat paddocks. Not even any trees.’
‘Leave her be, Ricardo.’ Max was beaming as he emerged from the kitchen with a tray. It was quite amazing how indulgent he was of his granddaughter. If Ric had ever spoken to an adult so disrespectfully he would have got the belt. ‘She wants to stay, so let her stay.’ Max put a glass of
