CHAPTER 19
After we’ve finished clearing away I make tea for everyone. We sit together, watching the weather for the rest of the week. I’m wondering what it’s going to be like when I’m away at the writer’s retreat, but it’s another two weeks away and the forecast doesn’t stretch that far. Dad and Joel are embroiled in a lively conversation about art. Dad’s never been much of a conversationalist and has always been secretive about his painting. I’m surprised then when he jumps up and offers to show Joel his work. I watch them go, dunking my chocolate hobknob in my tea. Aunt Josie turns to me, “I like him,” she says, “he seems like a really nice bloke.”
“Yes, he does,” I agree.
“He’s really handsome as well, underneath all that hair.”
I clear my throat and try to look indifferent.
