CHAPTER 6
“Did you manage to find any jobs?” I ask Dad, later on that afternoon.
I’m standing in the doorway of his shed, watching him sweep blue across a canvas. Cobwebs sparkle above his head, caught in the glint of the setting sun.
“I… er, didn’t get chance to go in,” he replies, avoiding my gaze, “it was packed with people, so I thought I’d pop in another day.”
My spirits deflate at his words. Will another day ever arrive I wonder? I purse my lips into a tight line. I’m not going to nag, but I do feel disappointed in him.
“So where did you go?” I keep my voice light.
“Oh I had a wander around the church and the gardens, sat in the coffee shop with my newspaper. Had a browse round the shops.” Dad puts down his paintbrush, “I got you something.”
Dad shuffles over to his ca
