14As he pulled up at the Snapper house, Vince’s mobile burst into song. He looked at the number. ‘The mid-floor,’ he told the steering wheel. ‘The one call you can’t ignore.’
‘Hanrahan.’
‘Hi, Vince, it’s Colleen Maloney. You still okay for tonight?’
‘Tonight, Col?’ I know I’ve been distracted, but surely I would remember making a date with a midwife.
‘The Parish Social Justice group. Eight o’clock in the church hall. You’re the guest speaker. Remember?’
Oh, yes, that. Forgotten all about it. Just what I need, a close encounter with the Catholic Church.
‘Course I remember. Aboriginal health, yeah?’
‘That’s right, just an account of your experiences up there.’
And a chance to chew the Monsignor’s ear.
‘No worries,’ said Vince. ‘Any food?’
She laughed. ‘There will be supper—sandwich
