37‘Popped in to say we aren’t going to sue you after all,’ Dustin Cartwright said from the kitchen.
‘That’s right,’ added Tracey. ‘We realise it wasn’t your fault and I was a silly girl to drink so much.’
‘Silly girl, silly girl, silly girl,’ chanted Mrs H, Little Lachie, and Kieran from the hallway.
The trio’s chorus morphed into the sound of Deefer whining at the back door. Vince woke with a start, bathed in sweat. He dragged himself up and looked in the kitchen and up the hall. No one. Just a weird-arse dream.
He glanced at the time. ‘s**t! Almost nine.’ He opened the back door. The hungry dog bounded in and slobbered all over him.
‘Sorry Deef, must’ve slept in.’ Well, slept in for the last two hours, that was. Until then he’d been lying there, wide awake, his mind alternating betw
