Chapter 13

“Maybe. I really don’t like the thought of him sitting around drinking with the children upstairs. It’s made me quite angry.”

It was difficult to know what to say, so Vincent remained silent and took another bite of toast. It was probably best to let Daniel vent, to get out everything the telephone call had stirred up.

“It’s bloody irresponsible. I’ve got a good mind to call his parents and get one of them to go over and keep an eye on the lot of them.” He took a sip of coffee. “You know, Vincent, each time I think I should give him another go, to turn the other cheek and take him back, he pulls a stunt like this.”

Vincent could have suggested it was simply Bryce’s way of coping, as coming to Australia had been Daniel’s way of coping, but Vincent had learned a long time ago that while he may have ideas about solutions to the problems of friends and family, it was best not to give advice unless he was expressly asked for it.