‘Oh, right! Hello. How are you bearing up?’ That was a bit lame.
‘Oh, fine. I’m really sorry about Macca, he was such a good bloke. I’ve missed him ever since we divorced, but... you know...’
I mouthed ‘Wendy’ at Andre, and he nodded, gesturing that he was going back to the kitchen.
‘Country life is not for everyone.’ Another stupid platitude.
‘True. And he understood. We still got together every now and then.’
‘That’s nice.’ Did they? It wasn’t surprising though.
‘Look, I’m calling about the funeral. Has anything been arranged yet?’
‘I haven’t been told if the body has been released,’ I said.
‘It has. They called me. I suppose because I’m the nearest listed family, so to speak.’ She laughed shortly. ‘I’m glad Macca got the mess with that scam artist sorted out.’
‘You knew about M
