Chapter 36
By the time they made it back to the homestead, Tom and Kitty had reached something of an uneasy truce. Or perhaps more of a cold war. Barely civil when they spoke, which was seldom, and working hard at avoiding each other.
‘Whatever happened with you two on that trip?’ asked Mrs Mills the next day at breakfast.
Tom scowled. The last thing he wanted was to relive the disaster.
‘Why does your girl walk out of the room when you walk in?’
He dropped his half-eaten piece of vegemite toast, and shoved his chair back. ‘Mind your own business.’
Mrs Mills blinked at him in surprise. ‘Rudeness won’t solve your problems, Tom.’
‘Then tell me what will, Mrs M,’ he snapped. ‘Tell me what will?’
Over the coming days, Tom threw himself into the work his grandmother had started, collect
