![]() “I mean, thanks, Nan, but if it’s all right, I’d like to find my own job.” Nan stopped, knife poised over the bread. “Actually, Robert, I’ve organised a job for you.” Nan slathered butter onto a slice of bread. I stared at the cinders that used to be chops on my plate. Herding sheep and cattle into dusty pens that stank of fear and shit was not my idea of a job. “Ted Sherman from Walgaree Stock Agents said he could use a hand at the yards.” Translated, the look said, the boy is as dense as red gum.ĭad’s green eyes stared into mine. ![]() “You know, a good gust of wind and that big branch will drop.” ![]() “Sorry, I just …” I looked out the window to the backyard. “Listen to your father.”ĭad tapped his cigarette over the ashtray. “Robert.” Nan’s bark snapped me back to the table. I watched the smoke twist and curl and swirl to the ceiling. He was a bank manager, so he was obsessed with money and savings and budgets, which was fair enough, but I couldn’t care less about any of it. “… best time of your life to learn how to manage money, open a savings account …” Blah, blah, bloody blah. “This is the best time of your life to learn how to …”ĭad’s voice trailed away like the smoke from his cigarette. ![]() He was lighting an after-dinner cigarette. “Found a job for the holidays, Robbie?” asked Dad. ![]()
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