Chapter 10
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Neighbours…everybody needs good neighbours
A couple of beetroot stains appeared on a white Summer shirt as John playfully flicked the water from the garden hose. He had met the new neighbours last month as they moved in. He had even given them a hand carrying some furniture. It was good to be neighbourly.
They were a couple about the same age as he and Lyn. No kids. Shootin' blanks by Wally’s own admission. Sally was a hairdresser. Her husband Wally short for Walter was best summed up by the former. He was a funny man but fat as a house and liked a drink. And a good nosh.
John had seen Wally struggling to move a fridge and had come to the rescue. That was the thing with good neighbour fencing. It only stood 5 feet tall. John was 6 2”. And he could see everything.
Oh John you are a scream, the lady giggled girlishly getting wetter and wetter with each jet of water. Such a boy. Not like her old man who was getting fatter and balder by the day.
John’s face lit up. It felt good to be appreciated. Especially by a woman. Lyn hadn’t appreciated his sense of humour for since he couldn’t remember when. But this woman. She was fun.
Kids, I’m just ducking next door for a minute, he yelled later that afternoon. Sally next door needs a hand with something.
Jim watched his Dad smack Sally on the bum as they went through the common gate to her property and wondered why she was in trouble.
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