She usually texts me around seven, but I’ve had nothing.”
“Do you want to use the phone? After eight days of this texting tease torture, I finally end up back in Melbourne. We turn to sport now and the West Coast Sea Eagles ……….”
I waved my hand, and the guard turned down the sound. I meet my new room-mate later today. I reminded her the deal was no hanky-panky, but she’d responded, “try and stop me if you dare.”
I read Belinda’s text at the second pit stop at 8pm. It’s from Nikau. “Got go back up north. Over the next few days I tramped up and down the East Coast corridor, working all hours God sent, regularly reporting I was safe and well. “Have you got a boyfriend back home?” I asked. Why would she be?”
“I not spoken to her for like 3 days.”
“I’ve spoken to her.”
“What u mean?”
“Told her u must be safe cos been texting me.”
“U told her?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“U told her u looked at her phone?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“What you mean?”
“No secrets between B and I
