Because Libby had gone off horse riding with a friend, the Wilsons’ big Tribute jeep was not quite full, with Craig and Liz in the front, Carla and her kids in the back and Reef alone in the tail seat, giving Paul backward high-fives and calling out ‘Whoa!’ loudly every time. Paul giggled as their hands met, and little Marisa threw her tiny, fine-boned hands up in an attempt to get in on the fun. Although she was only five, Marisa was already frustrated at the way people, especially her brother, excluded her from things. It had occurred to her that all people over the age of six, her mother included, were cruel and quite selfish. Craig parked the car on the freshly laid Lilydale toppings of the parking bay right in front of the main house. He was dressed formally for work, unlike the rest of the gang in the car, but whereas normally he would’ve worn a nice suit to an auction, today he’d chosen the moleskins his mother had given him the previous Christmas, an earth coloured Abelard business shirt and a Harris tweed jacket which Liz had bought from Henry Bucks in Melbourne, complete with dark olive leather patches on the never worn elbows.
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