“This is us,” Matt told Colin as they drew close to a dusty, grey pick-up truck. “We can stick your stuff in the bed, should be all right.”
“Bed?” Martin asked through another yawn. “Sounds like a great idea.”
Matt chuckled. “Bed of the ute.” Matt lifted Martin’s case into the back of the truck before reaching for Colin’s. “Sorry, but it’ll be a bit of a squeeze up front. Nance needed the car.”
Colin remembered Nancy… Nance—everyone seemed to shorten their names down under—was his uncle’s housekeeper and Bruce’s mother.
Thinking of Bruce reminded Colin of a point he’d meant to raise with his uncle. “You’ve not mentioned Bruce much in your last few emails. You two all right?”
“Uh, yeah, fine.” Matt unlocked the driver’s door and then walked around to open the passenger door. “Thought
