The Turning Page #4

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We're driving to Perth tomorrow,

me and Roberta.

Right.

I guess I'll see you later.

I still love your poem.

I still love you for loving it.

Ali'?

Sometimes

I felt like a biographer...

...searching around for

the one, final, telling detail

at the centre

of my husband's life.

Then I think

of Strawberry Alison

and the way my husband

was drawn to her.

To the pain he thought he saw.

All very endearing

until you think of it

turned your way.

That your husband's love

might have been

another act of kindness.

As if you too might have been

some kind of damaged goods.

What were you looking at?

Uh, the... sheep ships.

They've got the smell

and everything.

- You looking forward to this?

- Mm-hm.

Yeah? Bit excited?

Bloody smell.

Here we are.

Get 'em in, eh?

Why are you doing that?

Never liked this wall.

You want to have a go?

I can't even lift it.

Just trying to get out of

a hard day's work.

Look out.

Wasn't it boring here

when you were a kid?

No.

My memory's a bit shot, mate.

I don't think there's much

I could remember

that'd impress you.

You're kidding.

Jesus wept.

Come here, for the love of God.

Lord, it's good to see you.

- G'day, Peter.

- Don.

- This must be Ricky, then.

- Oh, g'day, Ricky.

Ooh!

He's got some muscles.

You don't have to tell me

anything, Peter.

We've heard.

Oh.

This is our Sky.

Hey, Sky.

She's Fay's, of course.

Fay's... uh... not around?

She'll be back any day.

So she tells us.

Maybe you could catch up

with her.

Oh, Don. I'm not really

in a good place to...

In our mind, you're family.

We always...

We've got our Sky.

She's put us

through bloody hell.

We're grateful

for small mercies.

We need a break, mate.

Tell us you'll think about it.

Come on, sleepy sheets.

Alright. Come here.

Have a good day.

OK. Bye. Love you.

- Love you too, mate.

- OK.

Careful crossing the road.

Careful, mate.

Ricky, thank Christ.

Sorry, mate.

I am really, really sorry.

Fay.

I, um... I, um...

...slept.

Jesus. Uh, thanks.

Should have heard the row

I had with Dad

to get him to let me

pick Sky up on my own

and there she was

with your little guy.

Mate, are you gonna give Sky

one of your jackets?

She's freezing.

I am too.

There you go. Get in there.

Mum told me about your wife.

Se...

...did she tell you about me?

Uh, not really.

And look, I'm not that stable

myself, so...

I'm supposed to seek out

good people.

Alright. Don't worry about it.

I'll leave you alone, then.

Thanks again for Ricky.

Couldn't have my folks thinking

you'd left your kid

out in the rain, could we?

You're still their golden boy.

Looks like I'm trouble

around here still.

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