CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Travis drove fast along Old South Head Road. Ahn has told him she can’t stay still, can’t stay in her apartment in North Bondi. She has a key to his place and is waiting there for him. What the f**k was he going to say to her?
He scores a park out the front of his rented apartment on Lamrock Ave, walks up the steep stairs, down the side lane to the door. He unlocks the door but hears nothing as he closes it behind him. He walks into the kitchen. There is light coming through from the back door. It is open. Ahn is sitting there smoking. She had given up a couple of years ago.
Travis knelt down beside her, put his arm around her shoulder, saying, ‘Sorry, mate. I mean, sorry, baby, I… it’s pretty messed up. Billy playing around too much, once too often.’
‘Nice and gentle,
