The January Zone

The January Zone Page 18

by Peter Corris

  I banked the cheque, drew money out and filled the Falcon with petrol, water, oil and air at a Shell station.

  ‘Great day, mate,’ the attendant said. ‘Where you headed?’

  ‘North,’ I said. ‘Kempsey.’

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