Chapter 31

??There is no way my grandson is riding on that death-trap of yours.?? Why did his mother always choose to stick her oar in at the wrong time?

Carole sighed. ??He??ll just have to come home with me, then. Come on, let??s go.??

Simon looked beseechingly up at Joey.

??Ma, can you take our Simon home in your car later???

??I??ve got to be going, I??ve left Mrs Slivovitz looking after your dad, and I??ve been gone longer than I said I would.??

??Please, Uncle Joey, it??d be great riding on your bike.??

??I wish you could, champ, but I don??t have a helmet that??d fit you, and your grandma??s right, it wouldn??t really be safe anyway.??

Joey thought Simon would burst into tears.

??Well, I suppose I can come back to get you once I??ve put your granddad to bed. But it??ll mean you having to stay here for a few hours,?? she told her grandson, whose expression rapidly brightened.

??That??s okay, Uncle Joey will stay with me, won??t you Uncle Joey???