THIRTY
A slight detour to purchase flowers for Sonya at a stall on the outskirts of New Dandenong, and then the green-grey car was entering an exclusive enclave, comprising streets lined with two-storey houses, mostly detached and all trimmed with small, neat front gardens. Identical paved paths led to each door; on either side, tiny patches of immaculate lawn, bordered by clipped shrubs or flowerbeds. Wide-eyed, Jack couldn’t contain himself, his language becoming more colourful with every wry comment.
‘That’s enough, Jack,’ Emma called. ‘Anyone would think you had never ventured outside Safety Beach.’
‘Sorry, Mum, but they don’t look real. More like a film set than homes.’
‘He’s got a point,’ Cal remarked, turning his head. ‘Just wait till you get inside, mate. Sometimes I’m afraid t
