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Rigby Taylor

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  1. Your empathy does you credit, Wesley. Mad's a sensitive person, which is possibly why she is also so pleasant and caring of others. But she has good support, so she'll be fine.
  2. Chère Canuk, Comme c'est drôle. J’habitais en France pendant quelques années, alors ma française est, comme CC aurait pu dire, ‘adequate’. Then I joined an English theatre company where one of the actors was always making jokes using incorrect French words. Saying Viola instead of voilà, was one of his tedious favourites. It never occurred to me that someone might think Jon was serious. So thanks, I’ll get Peter to ask why he’s saying rape… . And many thanks for your complements. Now I'll feel good all day.
  3. Time to give up, do you reckon?
  4. Muttering angry apologies, Rory stomped upstairs. ‘Stop apologising, Rory,’ Jon said roughly, ‘it wasn’t your fault.’ He grasped the older man’s arm, inspected the cut, took off his shirt, ripped it into strips, and gave them to Rory. ‘Here, wrap it tight.’ Turning to me, he wet another strip of torn shirt, wiped away the blood, reckoned it was nothing to worry about, but bandaged it ‘just in case.’ Rory continued apologetic as he used the rest of Jon’s shirt to try to stem the flow of b
  5. Back at the coast we looked for a safe house in the washed-out beachside suburbs because they were now the least populous. It sounded simple; find an isolated place where we could come and go without attracting attention, but by four o'clock we were getting desperate. I was gazing in despair at the mess that had once been a sports ground, when something caught my eye. ‘What’s that behind the trees?’ Jon backed up. The playing fields had dissolved into a foetid swamp, but the concrete cha
  6. Rigby Taylor

    Chapter 19

    Thanks, deville - Michael and John aren't really fictional characters, I know them personally.
  7. Good on you, Wesley. You've excellent taste in men. But they're not out of the woods yet... hang in there.
  8. I don’t remember getting to the ground, but the rope burns lasted for weeks. Fortunately, it took several minutes before MacFife was ready. No one saw me race round the dark side of the building to the ute, and by the time they drove away I had the engine running. It was after midnight so traffic was light and following difficult. When we got to the motorway with the extra traffic it was easier and I let a couple of cars slip between us. At the Caloundra exit, the bloke in front of me stoppe
  9. Rigby Taylor

    Chapter 15

    I enjoy your comments and speculation, deville.
  10. Rigby Taylor

    Chapter 14

    You are a clear thinker - Are you also reading my mind?
  11. Rigby Taylor

    Chapter 13

    Are you a prophet? I hope you're patient - You'll have to wade through four more books to find out.
  12. Rigby Taylor

    Chapter 12

    Hang on to that feeling...
  13. Yes, poor Jon, such a martyr to the cause. Oh yes... they do improve - markedly - eventually. But hey! Who wants a simple boring life?
  14. Mad was waiting on the intersection three blocks from the house. John handed over the keys, shook hands in a businesslike manner and joined me in the ute. We drove down to the coast through a landscape of crystalline purity; the sky a cloudless blue, a sweet crispness on the air and views of such heart-stopping perfection that one feared an incautious sneeze might shatter the scene into billions of brilliant shards. Jon sneezed – the scene remained the same. ‘Caught a cold?’ ‘Sun in
  15. You said and spelled it right, Wesley. Thanks
  16. Rigby Taylor

    Chapter 11

    Damned - an interesting choice of word. Especially as he thinks what he's doing will help him avoid damnation.
  17. Rigby Taylor

    Chapter 10

    Yes, she's a wise woman. Can't imagine how she's managed to stick with her dopey husband.
  18. Rigby Taylor

    Chapter 9

    It certainly is...
  19. We took the riverside road. Trees, shrubs, chunks of buildings and what looked like half the local rubbish tip were bobbing past in the swirling, cocoa coloured water. Some sections of the road were one-way due to undermining and subsidence. Detours led through desolate residential streets with their debris, mud, and devastation. A surprising number of houses showed signs of life. Windows were open and mattresses, furniture and every imaginable personal treasure were spread out on sheets of plas
  20. They get worse.
  21. Moi? Set you up? Never. Unless you mean put you on a pedestal. Yeah, they're not a bad bunch.
  22. After the evening meal, Jon and I joined Mad in the studio where she was rummaging in a large suitcase. ‘Ah! This is what I’m looking for.’ She held aloft a brown wig of short curls streaked with blond. ‘I never waste money on hairdressers. Wigs are best if you want to look glamorous. Try it on.’ The transformation was miraculous. My eyes deepened, mouth and chin grew smaller, nose bigger. ‘I fancy myself in this,’ I laughed. ‘What do you reckon, Jon?’ ‘Sort of hippie-cute. Depends w
  23. Jeff drove straight into the garage and closed the doors before putting on any lights. Jon and I unwound from the floor where we’d been concealing ourselves, and went through to the entrance hall. Jeff took the internal staircase upstairs. We stripped, hung everything in the vast wardrobe and, slightly nervous, let ourselves into the living area. Until that evening I’d not talked about the Alconas to Jon, they’d been my secret to savour in miserable moments - proof that the entire human race
  24. And you're prepared to put your money on this?
  25. Yeah... not sure what to do now... Thanks for the positive comments - let's hope it turns out Ok... but ...
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