Not if the old man gets put away.
Bloody hell.
He deserves a medal,
not jail.
I make the tea for Mum
and we sit together for a while,
not saying much,
listening to the silence
without the old bastard around.
And that’s when it hits me.
Dad’s at the police station
and I should be there too.
Eddie
Larry and me sit on the fence
outside the police station.
Dad walks out beside Sergeant Grainger.
He wraps his big muscly arms
around me and squeezes.
‘I’m not proud, Eddie.
There’s nothing decent in what I did.
But I couldn’t stand by, useless.
Not this time.’
There’ll be lots of time to tell him
I’ve left school.
I’m heading down the mine.
It’s good enough for Mr O’Connor
and all the other blokes in town.
Maybe Dad wanted to protect us,
but it’s him that was scared, not me.
It’s the same underground as above.
There’s people you trust,
and others you don’t.
Someone in the family has to work
while he’s in prison.
Dad looks at Larry and offers his hand.
‘Don’t drink as much as me, son.’
Larry shakes his head and says,
‘Maybe I’ll get a trade, Dad.
Something useful. Like a builder.’
Larry winks at me,
‘We’ll need an extra room on the old dump.
The way Eddie’s going,
you might have grandkids soon.’
Dad smiles,
‘Let’s hope they don’t turn out like you then.’
He turns and walks back inside.
Sergeant Grainger closes the door behind him.
Eddie
Sally and me walk
the long way back to her house.
Her parents let her stay out late,
just for tonight.
We walk down Main Street,
past The Guardian
where Mr Carter is sitting outside
sipping his tea.
‘I’m just admiring the quiet of this street
when it rains softly.’
He smiles as he sees us holding hands.
‘Just imagine I’m not even here.
And Eddie, tomorrow,
if you have time,
I owe you a milkshake.’
I nod in answer as he wishes us a goodnight.
We stop at the end of Sally’s street
so we can kiss longer,
sure her parents are still awake,
waiting for her.
I reach into my pocket
and pull out the necklace.
It shines in the streetlight
as Sally clasps it around her neck.
‘I found it ages ago,
in a field beside the tracks.’
She touches the locket quickly,
then puts her hands on her hips,
‘It’s second-hand?
Someone’s cast-off!’
She pretends to pull it off
and throw it over her shoulder.
‘Is this what you think of me?’
I stammer, ‘Sally?’
She puts her arms around my neck and laughs.
‘I’m joking, you boofhead.
It’s beautiful.
And now it’s mine.’
We walk down her street
and kiss again at her gate.
Tomorrow is my first day down the mine,
but I can’t go home yet.
So I walk to Taylors Bend
and sit in the grass
with the light rain brushing my skin.
This is the place where Colleen sat
the day I dive-bombed the beach.
That’s how I’m going to remember her,
laughing and waving
at big old Eddie
acting the fool.
Also by Steven Herrick
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sweetest-ever orange cake, and Johnny, whose lightning fists
draw blood in a blur, and there’s a mystery that Harry needs to
solve before he can find a way out . . .
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Honour Book, 2005 Children’s Book Council of Australia
Book of the Year awards for older readers
Winner, 2005 NSW Premier’s Literary Awards,
Ethel Turner Prize for Young People’s Literature
Lonesome Howl
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When Jake and Lucy hike to Sheldon Mountain in
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or wrong; Lucy is escaping her father’s cruelty. Both are
tested – physically, emotionally, spiritually – but what they
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Lonesome Howl is a taut and tender thriller; a gripping blend
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