The truck
Husband just left you? Life getting you down? Angry children becoming a handful?
Why not call the truck? It’s only a phone call away…Dial 1800 TAKEMYCHILD!
Perched on the wall in a tiny 1970s mission brown kitchen was the telephone. Communication central, it’s sleek white lines contrasted with the burnt orange laminex and mission brown cupboards to create a hub. It was where John spent a lot of time when Lyn was at work and with mad gesticulations told the kids to piss off. In turn, it was also where Lyn spent a lot of time when John was out. It had power. And Jim learnt to fear it. Lyn would march towards it with her eyes bulging and her lips thin as she announced in desperation, “I'm ringing the truck I’ve had enough of angry and rude little boys.” Jim became Pinoc
