Anthony claims to have enrolled in a sound engineering course in Brisbane. Their mother decrees this is wonderful and her father asks how he’s going to pay for it, and he says Eloise is organising a job at the pub for him and Eloise thinks that is as likely as hell freezing over. She gets up and turns on the Christmas tree lights.
‘Next thing we know, Eloise will go back and finish her law degree,’ her father says.
Eloise shakes her head. ‘No, I don’t think so.’
‘All those brains gone to waste,’ he says, and she wonders how it comes about that he is picking on her at this minute when the ruination of her brother lolls in the lounge chair, such easy pickings, just half an hour ago begging for the use of a car to carry him to the nearest drug contact. Maybe. Or maybe to go and clear his h
