Jimmy…It’s your mother. Your father's gone again. Can I come over?
What? Oh f**k. Not again. Jim feels the floor drop out from under him. His heart races. Guts churn. The old fears and worries. He’s a child. A man of the house. A hopeless man. An angry child killing spiders and lighting fires. Running for the keys to drive his own truck far, far away where he can’t hurt anyone.
His dad isn’t coming back. And he’s glad. He will be welcome at his mother’s house now. Needed. Not a stranger that drops in and gets accused of turning up at meal times and not bringing any beer around. Ok for Jesus…he was always there though.
Lyn told John not to bring Jesus into it once. Her last crumbs of faith in a higher power scattered by her father in a trail to help her find her way saf
