Chapter 6

“Still no luck finding

anywhere?” June was well-connected to the office bush

telegraph.

“No, not really. Most of

my mates either don’t have room, or I can’t stand their other

halves, or they live in pig sties.”

June laughed. “I’d offer

you our spare room, but our Sammy and Gail often come to stay at

weekends.” June was proud of her two grand-daughters and lost no

opportunity to tell people about them at great length.

Fearing she was about to

launch herself into a monologue about their latest exploits, Paul

intervened. “Have you read this rubbish?”

“I typed it.”

“Oh, sorry.”

She smiled. Paul knew he

hadn’t offended her.

“Why don’t you take Trevor

up on his offer?” June was adept at going straight for the

jugular.

“Well, uh. I turned him

down yesterday, it, uh, wouldn’t sound right me asking him

now.”

June waved away his

protests. “He’d be glad to put you up. Though he hides it well, I

know he’s rather lonely. I was only telling our Jill the