19Vince immediately dismissed labour-ward murder conspiracy theories from his mind, jumped into Benny, headed down Liebig Street then turned right into Merri, around the dirty angel, and arrived at the station just as the train pulled in. He rushed onto the platform and nonchalantly leant on the red brick wall, yawning as if he’d been waiting for hours. The girls were last off the first class carriage (‘I don’t want them mixing with the hoi polloi, Vincent’). He gave them both a big hug, which they endured rather than reciprocated, and ferried them to the Snapper house.
He then presented them with pizzas for dinner—one medium Marinara and one large Fannies Special—their respective favourites.
‘Silly old Bins,’ said Georgie. ‘We sooo don’t eat pizza anymore. What do you think we are—ten?
