Chapter 7
It was a long fortnight. Shane’s one consolation were the nightly phone calls from Michael that sometimes continued for a couple of hours.
“Why are we always talking about me?” asked Shane one evening. “I want to find out more about you. Tell me something.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Anything. Apart from the fact you’re an accountant, recently promoted, and that you’ve bought a new house in Henderson Hills, and that you go to the gym a lot, and that you’re fantastic at s*x, I don’t know anything about you.”
Michael laughed. “I’m fantastic at s*x, am I?”
“You know you are. Now spill…”
Shane heard a long sigh on the other end. “Um. Well, I graduated from high school and started studying anthropology at uni. Didn’t like it. Joined the seminary…”
“The what?”
“Seminary. I w
