She bats me away. 'Relax. It'll amount to practically nothing.'
'All things considered, bless your heart.'
I make tea, happy of something to do with my hands, and we proceed to sit in the parlor. Another police officer stands monitor at the indirect access. The French windows to the nursery are closed against a solid ocean breeze. I turn away my eyes from seeing the dark destruction.
'Brock’s away out,' I say. 'He's guaranteed for Eliza's vehicle, right?'
'I suspect as much.' She tastes her tea, thoughtful. 'All things considered, he was putting something aside for his own vehicle, I think. He'd been saving his tips since he was fifteen, perhaps fourteen. I think he was anticipating purchasing a recycled one to fix up. He can turn his hand to anything, that kid.'
'Like his mum.'
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