FOURTEEN
Prior to heading for Frankston Hospital with Cal, Emma made a pot of vegetable soup, sufficient to feed Charlie for several days. Along the way, they stopped to purchase fresh bread, in the hope he would rest in his caravan for at least a few days, before returning to work. Charlie might be stubborn about retirement, but surely he would recognise that the TIA was a wake-up call. ‘Can you think of anyone who could staff Charlie’s stall for part of the week?’ Emma asked Cal, as the truck turned into the hospital carpark.
‘Not off-hand, but I can put the word around, if Charlie agrees.’
‘A student perhaps?’
‘Thinking of Jack?’
‘I thought you wanted him for delivery duties?’
‘I do, but I haven’t cleared it with Dugald yet.’
‘Then it’s pointless discussing the matter.’
‘Park at
