They’ll come for me soon. I’m ready. I know what I’m going to do.
They’ll come for me soon. I’m ready. I know what I’m going to do.I’d gone back to the house. Bernie and Alison had gone, and I didn’t know where they were. I could find out, but there was no point now. I wasn’t going to be around long enough.
Sitting in the kitchen, I waited. I would know when they were there.
In the end, Bernie and I didn’t make much of a go of it. The only good thing was Alison. When she was born, I thought I’d start again. I gave up the grog. I was wild and stupid before that, getting hauled into the cop shop for fighting, being drunk and disorderly — you name it.
I was never much of a provider. We lived on Bernie’s money, and the old Judge owned the house. Sure, I could mend things, lift things, I wa
