Chapter Thirteen
Jacqueline laughs out loud. Matilda dangles her fingers playfully under Jacqueline’s nose as she drives the police car towards the city.
“I will crash this car, Matilda White, if you do that again. Your fingers stink of that fish, it smells awful, keep them away!” Jacqueline swerves the car about in jest and coughs pretending to wretch. Matilda laughs at her driving, in an accent, asks a question.
“What’s wrong? It’s my new perfume, Salmon! You are not liking this, no? No. It’s because we never use toilet roll back home see, it’s a bush tradition, the Outback scrape and chuck it’s called, it’s a ripper move, if you can get the flick right.”
“Oh God! Now I’m really going to heave up, please tell me that is not true, please!” She frowns at Matilda with a smile.
“Well, y
