13 Chapter 13

“So, you two made any decisions about maybe emigrating?” she asked, breaking hard at the traffic lights.

Settling himself back in his seat, Colin said, “We’ve talked about it, but it’s a big change. We’d both have to find jobs here and—”

“Matt’d take you on, no worries there.”

Colin knew that, his uncle had said as much, but did he want to be a sheep herder? Driving sheep was a world away from driving a delivery van. And what would Martin do?

“It’s certainly a beautiful country,” Martin put in. “Plenty of open spaces.”

Colin wasn’t sure open spaces were helpful to blind people who needed physical landmarks to navigate by.

Their discussion was cut short when Nance suddenly announced, “We’re in luck, there’s a space outside the post office.”

Colin looked over at the kerb. Surely Nance didn’t think she could get her large car into such a small space. He held his breath, but Nance deftly manoeuvred the vehicle into position. Who said women couldn’t park?