Chapter 11
“Sorry,” Shane said, when Dad reappeared in his room.
He’d been told to go to bed the minute they got home. Dad had supplied him with a basin, a plate of plain crackers, and a glass of water before going back out to rescue the footwell, and Shane had curled up under the duvet and felt genuinely ill for a little while. Dad didn’t tolerate sickness, not really, and he was going to do one now Shane was being pathetic and saying he wasn’t going to be joining the army, and…
“Ah, you hit the mat,” Dad said easily. “I’ll leave it to air out over the weekend. You eat something funny, or you picked something up?”
“Dunno,” Shane mumbled. Dad sat heavily on the side of the bed and palmed his forehead.
“Bit warm,” he mumbled, then shrugged. “I’ll call your nana.”
“No, I can still go t
