10‘Check out the roses, Kookaburra,’ said Vince. ‘It’s like the home straight at Flemington on Melbourne Cup day.’
Vince and Father Luke Kelly walked through the large and familiar wrought-iron front gates and down the imposing drive past a long line of rose bushes.
Luke was short, with a permanent smile, the bluest of eyes and a shock of blond hair, now shot with grey. He laughed often and loudly and had been dubbed ‘Kookaburra’ by the football coach at school. Like Vince he was forty-six, but unlike Vince he was regarded as an absolute cutie by the Catholic matrons of Warrnambool.
He smiled and nodded. ‘They’ve spruced the place up a bit since our days.’
Vince had been sent off to board at St Bernard’s in year seven and Joey joined him three years later. The Christian brothers ruled
