Chapter 5: A Knock on the Door
One evening, after the sun had gone down, Brandon arrived back at his room after a dinner of roast vegetables and chips smothered in gravy. He wasn’t a strict vegetarian because he ate chicken, fish, and seafood. However, he couldn’t stomach red meat or pork. It had been the same his entire life. In fact, so fussy was he as a boy that whenever he’d asked his mother what was for dinner she’d simply answer, “Food!”
As usual he turned on the television to watch whatever was on through the static before lying down on the bed to let his dinner digest. He’d just got settled when there was a knock at the door.
“Hello,” he said as he opened it.
“Mitta Lewis, I didn’t get a feed.”
It was Doonga. His little black face was looking up at Brandon with a pleading look
