Chapter Twelve
Fags
The Easiest Way to Break a Habit Is to Find a Better One.
George stomped to Catrina’s and didn’t return for several days. It was the talk of the caravan park, which now seemed more like a soap opera set, although no campers had yet met George. The only things they knew about him were the photos in the reception and his liaison with Catrina, an infamous woman who took no prisoners.
The Aussie couple regularly spent their mornings in the laundry, along with other campers. At first it was to talk about the antics of Charlie and Deloris, until George arrived.
George, a man old enough to collect a pension and lame enough to make it a disabled one, looked like the sort of man who struggled with a fumble, let alone to keep a woman like Catrina happy. And when he returned,
