Chapter Seventy-nine
Around 2 am, the party started to quieten down. The children were long in bed, various guests were drifting home, and Matthew sat outside near the barbeque. A small table was beside him, with a bottle of Shiraz constantly being used to replenish his glass. Angelo sat opposite, rolling a glass of beer between his hands, idly watching the amber liquid slosh out of the bottle.
‘That’s a waste of good beer,’ Matthew murmured, ‘but in the circumstances, Rose will no doubt forgive you.’
‘I think she might.’
Matthew took a long drink of the wine, expelling a satisfied sigh after he finished the glass. ‘That’s a good drop, mate.’
‘I thought I might stretch the budget for tonight.’
Matthew again refilled his glass. ‘I’m sleeping in this chair tonight. I’m not going to mov
