‘Do you, Frank? Do you have permission to do what’s she’s talking about?’ another man called and was joined by a chorus of supporters. ‘Love to know who’s in your pocket, mate!’
The one identified as Frank looked flustered and waved his hands downwards to quieten the crowd.
‘There’ll be a meeting next week…’
He’s stalling, making it up, Audrey thought.
‘... when we’ll discuss the proposals... in a civil manner, not like this.’
‘So it’s true!’ a woman called out. ‘Always knew you were a shonky bastard, Frank Ryan. Just like your father.’
So it’s trueIngrid raised the megaphone. ‘It’s beyond a proposal. They’ve already started work on clearing the site for the “eco-lodge”,’ she said, scraping the air with two raised fingers of the free hand.
The crowd turned towards Frank Ryan who had
