Morrie had money in Australia and an elderly accountant in Brunswick. A phone call to him and Barry’s bill had been paid, along with a sizeable tip for twelve months’ storage. How fine it would be to call up your accountant when the bills came in, Cara thought. And how fine it was to slide in behind that familiar steering wheel and to hear the MG’s growl of approval as she drove along Melbourne’s familiar roads. Knew them like she knew the backs of her own hands. The little car knew its way back to school, or to the shops not far from the school. Seeing the estate agent’s office where she’d paid her rent each month for six years almost made her homesick. Just for old times’ sake, she parked out front and got out to look at his window, always full of properties for sale or to rent. It didn’t disappoint. He had plenty of single-bedroom units. She wanted something larger this time; wanted a walk-in shower recess and a bathroom accessible other than through her bedroom. Saw one possible: Two bedrooms, good-sized kitchen, walk-in shower recess.
