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Nine (part 10)

 
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Joe, beer in hand, turned to look at Finny.

“What do you mean?”

Finny swivelled on the seat so that she was facing him.

“Why are you taking me to all these people?” Her eyes narrowed into suspicious green slits. “I’m not gonna steal stuff for you, you know. I don’t steal stuff.”

Joe’s face softened into a quiet smile.

“Really? So, I punished the wrong girl then did I?”

Finny’s face reddened under the freckles and she looked away.

“You know what I mean.”

Joe placed the glass carefully onto the beer mat.

“Yes, I know what you mean. And I’m not asking you to steal for me, or for you or for anyone.” The suspicious scowl remained so Joe continued. “I’ve introduced you to these people just so that you now know them, and they know you. What you do about that, well, that’s up to you.”

The same lack of understanding showed on Finny’s face as when she was currently being stumped by percentages in class. Joe tried again.

“Look. Let’s say you are late to dinner and there are no carrots left so Worms gives you some of his…”

Finny shook her head.

“He wunt do that.”

Joe reminded himself that he was talking to a kid.

“Ok. Casper then. Casper gives you some of his carrots”

“Yeah, Casp would. He’d probly give me all his carrots.”

“Fine, he gives you all his carrots then.” Having a four-year-old had taught Joe a degree of patience he never realised he had. “So Casper has done you a favour, right?”

Finny thought about it.

“Sure.”

“So you owe him a favour, right?”

“I guess.”

He watched the eight-year-old’s face to make sure the concept had sunk in before he went on. “Well, that’s how it works with grown-ups too. So, Aunty Wainwright, Soggy and our friend Eric now know that you are with me so they’ll be more likely to do you a favour, got it?”

“What sort of favour?”

Joe looked into Finny’s face and saw Anneka. He realised he was teetering on the edge of the bottomless pit of “Why?” He took a long swig of beer to give him time to think, wiped his mouth and put the glass down.

“Right, well. Take Eric. He works in the Union offices, he works in the buildings department ok?” Finny gave a single long nod, allowing Joe to go on. “Ok, good. But he knows people in all the other departments too, and let’s say they owe him favours, right?” Another nod. “So, let’s say that I want one of those Union patrol people to forget to walk down Verde Street one night…”

“Why?”

Joe had a little panic attack. It was starting.

“Never mind, I just do…”

“Is that where your lock-up is?”

“Yes but…”

“So, you don’t want the patrol guy to see you doing stuff at your lock-up?”

Joe had to grin. Sharp as a knife this one.

“That’s right.”

Finny responded with a shrug.

“Ok.”

Joe opened his mouth to continue but Finny reached for her glass and became busy in draining it. Then it was her turn to put the glass down and wipe her mouth before treating Joe to a big innocent smile that wasn’t in the least bit innocent. Another Anneka mannerism. Must be a girl thing Joe mused.

“Right, so anyway. I tell Eric and Eric goes to the patrol office and talks to one of his friends and, hey presto, no guard on Verde Street.”

Finny’s brow furrowed as she thought about it.

“So, Eric does you a favour and the man in the patrol office does Eric a favour.”

“That’s right.”

“So now you owe Eric a favour and man has paid back the favour to Eric.”

“You got it!” Joe beamed.

Finny was still looking puzzled.

“But I don’t want any favours.”

They looked at each other until Joe broke the silence.

“Maybe not, Finn. Maybe not. But one day you might.” He left Finny looking thoughtful while he pulled out his watch.

“Bloody hell!” Joe drained his glass in one and stood up.

“Come on you, we’re late.”

Finny had to trot to keep up with Joe as they left Rowdy’s.

Pedestrians scattered as Joe’s car skidded and swerved on the grass. Finny held on as best she could.

At six minutes past four the car screeched to a halt outside Joe’s house.

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Hyle Troy's picture

( SIX minute late??    can you hear the tapping noise?  Kirsten's shoe on the hall floor ... 

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers



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