CHAPTER FOUR
That Tuesday when she had called round to inspect the new occupant of Shangri-la, Fairy hadn’t been at all sure if she liked what she saw. There was something a bit… suspicious about her. Something stand-offish, as if she were trying to give out a ‘piss off and leave me alone’ signal.
“I got the impression she was running away from something,” she had said to Mick that evening, once they had got the younger boys off to bed.
“Isn’t everyone? That’s why they invented that TV series, Escape from the City.” He smirked and took a noisy swig from a can of Fosters.
“It’s Escape to the Country,” Fairy corrected him.
“Whatever. Same thing, isn’t it?” Mick swung his feet up onto the arm of the sagging old sofa which was swathed in a faded red and blue Indian print throw. As his hee
