Tiff and the Trout Page 13
‘Yes?’ she says. ‘You called?’
‘I’m not going to Queensland,’ I say, and sit back on my swing as if I’ve really just said nothing much at all. ‘I just decided. I’m staying here. With Dad. With Nathan. With you.’
She looks at me once then starts her swing.
‘That’s good, Tiff.’ Cass doesn’t look at me, but I can tell she’s smiling. Now she does look at me. ‘But we’re still going to go up there on holidays, aren’t we, Tiff. Like, we’re still going to do that, because we always said that we –’
‘Of course we are.’ I swing hard, really kicking into it. ‘We’re gunna go everywhere, man. Everywhere.’
‘Even,’ she says. ‘Wang-ga-ratta?’
Well, I can’t see any good reason why not!