Photo by Clare Bell, 2009, Flickr: Dirty van @ Creative Commons
Punter returned his hand to Driver’s shoulder. ‘Let me tell you a secret,’ he whispered, manoeuvring Driver away from the pub entrance again and around the corner. ‘We set this up.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Oh, it was glorious, Driver. Fucking glorious. On Thursday night Postman’s mob had a party function in his electorate. You know, a rallying of the troops, insincere thank-yous for cash donations, a reminder that the battle is not yet over, you are all an important part of the process of giving the Victorian people a better government blah, blah, blah.’
Driver stood with his head bowed and hands in pockets, smiling broadly as he listened to Punter talk. Part of him wanted to get back inside to see how Minnie and Steph were getting along, but he didn’t dare rush Punter when he was so excited and absorbed in the telling. Continue reading
