“Do we care?” Rich asked her.
Jade smiled at that. “No,” she said. “No, we don’t. A school’s a school and kids are kids and we’ll make friends and have a good time. And live at home – you, me and…” Her smile turned into a frown. “And Dad.”
“He’s all right.”
“I know.” Jade sighed. “But just when I think he’s being honest with us and we’re getting somewhere, he pulls a stunt like at the casino.”
Rich nodded. “Yeah. But you know, I was thinking – that’s his job. I mean, if he was, I don’t know, a car salesman, we’d be upset because we go on holiday and he tries to sell a car to any bloke he meets who seems interested. If he was a writer, he’d be forever scribbling rubbish in some notebook.”
Jade considered this. “I guess we’re lucky he’s not a taxidermist,” she said.
Rich laughed. “If he was, we could tell him to get stuffed.”
A car arrived for them the next morning. It was the same black limo that Rich had been bundled into the day before. But now its bonnet was scratched and dented. One of the headlights was cracked, like the face of Rich’s watch.
“Compliments of Ralph,” the driver told them. It was one of the men who had chased them. “He apologises for not coming in person, but he is rather busy. He will meet you at the airport.”
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