Chapter 12
About an hour out of Nalong, Bane’s nausea finally let up and he became positively chatty. Tim wasn’t sure which was worse. He watched Bane crawl over the back seat to reach his toothbrush and water bottle and then lean out of the window to freshen up. He refused to let Tim pull over. The dashboard lights announced that it was nine thirty-six, and yet Bane still kept trying to point out landmarks in the dark, as if he actually believed that Tim might be interested in seeing yet another grain silo.
The endless tree-scape flicked shadows across the windscreen while Tim squinted ahead, trying to predict when the next roo would jump out, or wombat waddle across his path.
Bane looked exhausted and yet he was getting more animated by the minute. It had apparently been some months s
