“It was still night, with just a little light coming from the kitchen lamp. Someone was at his wardrobe. The men had talked late. David had strained to hear but couldn’t make much of the urgent murmur. He could half remember waking to shouts. ‘You have no right. No right at all.’ His grandfather. He was sure he’d heard his uncle yell too. ‘A promise to a dying man.’ David watched the person stealing his clothes. He turned and saw David watching. He smiled his electric smile and David saw it was ...his Uncle Mike taking clothes from the cupboard and putting them in a bag. ‘Gidday Davey. We’re going on a trip.’ David got out of bed dragging half his blankets with him. He pulled his pants on as he went into the kitchen. His grandfather was sitting at the kitchen table still in the clothes of the day before. ‘What trip?’ His grandfather turned with dark, sleepless eyes. ‘What’s wrong?’ David asked. ‘Nothing’s wrong at all,’ said his uncle, coming from behind carrying the bag of clothes.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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