by John Marsden
Funny I thought, Gavin and I were both the O word, the word I hated and couldn’t say, and even worse, three out of four of our parents had been murdered. It only occurred to me as I was writing this. What are the odds? I mean, you’d have to say we were unlucky.
We had the reunion, or at least I should say Gavin and Rosie did. It was a funny experience. She was a bright little kid, feisty as hell, with fire in her eyes. The Russells seemed really nice. They were so shocked by what had happened at their place the day before. They’d seen the guy around, everyone knew him, Ken Manning was his name. He worked at the bottle shop part-time, and hung around the TAB. He must have heard on the grapevine that Gavin was coming home. Everyone had thought Gavin was dead, so it would have been a shock to him.
Anyway, Rosie opened the door when we went back the next day. She yelled to her folks, ‘He’s here.’ Then she just stood there and said, ‘Hi Gavin.’
‘Hi Rosie.’
‘Do you wanna come in?’
‘OK.’
‘Well take your shoes off then, you got mud all over them.’
It was like that for about half an hour. She bossed him around and he took it without a murmur. Maybe it was the effect of the anaesthetic still, or the painkillers, or simply the shock of yesterday. But I don’t think so.
When Mrs Russell suggested Rosie show Gavin her room and her stuff she ignored her and when she suggested it a second time Rosie just said, ‘No way.’ But after a while they drifted into the backyard and next time I looked they were on the trampoline and they seemed to be really talking. Gavin was going through another of his famous performances and she was lying back and watching intently and laughing. I think he was showing off about what he’d done during the war, but I figured he was entitled to show off a bit. And isn’t that what little sisters are for? I haven’t been one and I haven’t got one so I wouldn’t know.
Mrs Russell and I agreed we’d take them somewhere together next time and maybe Rosie could come and stay on the farm when they got to know each other a bit again. I think she really meant it, and I did. I do. I want Gavin to have whatever can be salvaged out of life for him, and Rosie is, as far as I know, his only relative.
Back we went to Lee’s. We had to stay in the city an extra day for Gavin to go to Outpatients at the hospital and for both of us to have more interviews with the police. We’d had a long one already, plus they’d rung up and I’d relayed a couple of questions to Gavin about where he’d lived before the war. They were going to go and do DNA stuff in the garage I think.
For dinner Lee gave us a special treat, KFC for the entree and Maccas cheeseburgers for the main course. I just looked at him. ‘And your parents ran a restaurant,’ I said.
He shrugged. ‘My dad liked McDonald’s.’
Honestly.
Then the phone rang. He answered it and after a while it occurred to me that he hadn’t actually said anything. He was listening though. A kind of tension came over the room and everyone stopped eating, even Intira. Pang made a face.
‘What is it?’ I asked her.
She shrugged, exactly the way Lee does. Trouble,’ was all she would say.
Lee hung up. He looked at me. ‘That was the Scarlet Pimple,’ he said softly.
‘And?’ I felt the knot in my stomach suddenly get pulled so tight I could hardly breathe.
‘There’s a problem over the border that we could maybe help with.’
‘And?’
He did the shrug thing again and sat down, picking up the other half of his cheeseburger. ‘No hurry. It won’t be till the night after next.’
‘So what is it?’
‘Oh nothing, you wouldn’t be interested. I know you don’t want to do any of that stuff any more.’
‘Lee! Don’t play those games with me.’
‘Oh, so you would be interested?’
‘Are they going to buy me a new motorbike?’
‘It’s being delivered tomorrow.’
‘Seriously?’
‘Absolutely. The Pimple said to tell you sorry it took so long. It’s a Polaris.’
‘Wow.’ I beamed at Gavin. ‘We’re getting a new quaddie.’
Then I realised. I was just getting up to fetch a cloth to clean Intira. ‘Wait a minute. The new motorbike is for the mission isn’t it? That’s why they’ve suddenly supplied it. So we can use it to go out and put ourselves in mortal danger. That’s no better than a bribe.’
Shrug.
‘So are you going?’
‘Wouldn’t mind. Haven’t got much on this week.’
‘Honestly Lee. You’re incurable.’ I shook my head.
‘Well do you wanna come?’
I didn’t like to ask him if Jeremy was going but I could bet he was. After all, I was fairly sure Jeremy was the Scarlet Pimple. Will I get a free tank of petrol with the bike?’
‘That might be possible.’
‘What would we have to do?’
Sometimes I think I’m the one who’s incurable.
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