Chapter Eighteen
The Subway was a short walk away, down Nugget Hill and into the CBD. We’d used to slide down this hill on pieces of cardboard, racing one another down the grassy slope. During the day. At night, many of us had slept there, after an evening in the GB listening to Razor or Black Rose or Unchained. I’d had a few romantic evenings there. Mostly with Morag.
Then the memories started to flow. The time she’d broken her collarbone sliding down the hill in the dark. One titanium implant later, she was back doing the same thing. Shortly after that, she’d broken one of my ribs, trying to teach me Latin dancing but pulling me down on top of her when my three left feet got in the way. Hey, 12 inches is a foot, right?
The night out drinking with Damien and Julie, when Morag had ended
