‘You go and talk to him. If you’re going to insist on believing Vince’s ramblings then feel free but I want to eat now we’ve come to a stop for a few minutes.’ As if to reinforce his words, Pete leaned into the back seat and grabbed a plastic wrapped roll of some kind. ‘You wouldn’t like me when I’m hungry.’
‘I don’t like you full stop. Not when you’re mean about Vince.’ Liz glanced at the sky as she climbed out, then stuck her head back in. ‘Paint trace doesn’t lie. Particularly when the car shouldn’t even have been on that road. Enjoy whatever that is.’
She hadn’t meant to snap at Pete but some days he pushed a bit too much. Before the rain could return, she hurried across and down the road.
This part of North Melbourne was on its way up in market value as people renovated and sold fo
