Chapter 27
‘Sit down, Tom.’
It was unprecedented, having lunch with Harry in town like this. It made him nervous. How could the old man know about Tom’s tryst with his granddaughter yesterday? Had Clare told him? What other explanation for this meeting could there be?
He sat at a table by the window of the only café in Merriang, while Harry ordered at the counter. Big bay windows overlooked the creek. Barely a trickle. After last year’s horrendous floods, they’d had an unusually dry winter. Now, more than a month into the wet season and still no real rain. If not for the bores, drilling down into the infinite waters of the Great Artesian Basin, this year’s summer crops would be in serious trouble.
A jeep sped down Merriang’s main street, narrowly missing Milly, the café’s tiny terrier.
