It was day 7 and the halfway point in a 14 day quarantine for some of the Alexandra police officers who had to house together since they had families or roommates who might be exposed until they were all clear. Four people had now tested positive for Covid 19 from the party at the Lancaster house. Brooke Martin and Maddox Brown lived on Alexandra. Two mainland party guests, Alvera Garcia and Zola Davis had also tested positive. So far the police officers had tested negative but all were in isolation. There were two police safe houses on the island and one had been repurposed for the Covid era as a quarantine zone. The four officers co-habitating in this house were Ryan Yamada, Darcy Lynch, Sam Wright and Rich Newcastle. It was a three bedroom home so Darcy Lynch got her own room. Between the three males it was decided that Newcastle get his own. Really it was demanded by Wright and Yamada. And perhaps for the best as the whole house could hear Newcastle snoring like a bear with a cold through the walls.
“Have you been checked for Apnea or inflamed Adenoids?” Darcy had asked bleary eyed by the third morning.
“Oh yeah...I’ve got one of those machines….but I hardly use it...thing’s so loud.” Newcastle had replied as he happily stretched and walked downstairs.
“Can’t he stop breathing without the machine going?” Ryan had chimed in as he came out from the bathroom.
“One can only hope.” Darcy had muttered as she slipped past Ryan for her own turn.
Ryan had called after Darcy “I left that shower spray and the squeegee handy!” Ryan was always cleaning. It was his stress release. But it caused a lot of stress in other people. He would snatch someone’s drinking glass from their hand after the last sip and put it right into the dishwasher. He gave what could only be described as a seminar on perfect bed making one morning.
Darcy had scoffed at him “You know I’m a former soldier right? Are you joking Ryan?”
Now he headed into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, his way before anyone else could do it in a way that caused him to watch with his teeth gritting. He also was hungry for some toast. But as the toast popped and he went to stick a knife in the butter dish he gasped like he had just found human remains “Who left crumbs….IN THE BUTTER?!” He walked out into the living room where Rich and Sam were and brandished the butter knife at them each in turn “Which one of you made toast this morning? You animals…..” Nerves were indeed getting a little frayed.
Sam looked up from his laptop, where he was checking on the status of his school. He hadn’t had to explain his three year absence when he re enrolled, but his final year was going to be very busy, indeed. Still at the point where he could change direction in mid stream, he
Was beginning to consider prosecutorial law, because Alexandra didn’t have one on the island itself. He could get his degree and begin work by this time next year. With defence attorneys on the island now, what they lacked was a prosecutor to challenge them, and he was thinking he might just be that man. One more class and then he could take that test and be a lawyer. Now, as Ryan brandished a butter knife at him, he found himself considering his counters to Natalie or the new one whose name he thought was Levi to insanity. “I haven't even gotten my coffee, man.” he argued. “Really … can’t you just .. I don’t know .. dig it out with a spoon?”
Rich was on his own laptop, reading the political news of the day. The whole Covid mess was getting out of control. No, it already was. He looked at Ryan with raised brows and shook his head in disbelief, which seemed a good way to deal with Ryan on any given day.
Ryan huffed at Sam. He liked Sam but he was just in a mood about this. “I can…..but I won’t like it.” He turned on his heel and stalked back into the kitchen calling back “I am making the coffee now.” He made a lot of noise setting up the coffee pot before dealing with the butter, muttering the whole time in irritation.
In the meantime Darcy came downstairs and heard Ryan’s coffee making and muttering. She decided not to engage with him and came into the living room and sat down on an empty chair looking at Sam and Rich. “Which one of you poked Mr. Clean with a dirty stick?” She teased. She scrolled absently on her phone.
Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I thought it might be you.” he admitted. “Vincent is such a house elf, it surely rubbed off on you.” he pressed his hand to his chest. “I would never mix gluten and dairy because … allergies?” he realizes with each word the sentence makes less and less sense.
Rich snorts. “Are you still hung up on the allergy myth?” he looks at Sam. “There’s actually a psychiatrist on the island. Maybe she can help.”
Darcy chuckles at Sam “Vincent cleans…” She drops her voice “Without condemnation.” She darts a glance at Ryan’s back through the hallway from her angle. She nods about the allergies, knowing enough about Alex and then just stares at Rich “Myth? People have allergies. This is a medical fact of life Newcastle. What planet were you born on?”
Ryan comes back in and sits himself at the small table in the dining room where he can hear everyone. He catches the last of the allergy conversation “Rich allergies are real. My nephew had a serious anaphylactic attack from eggs. And Sam’s brother...you can’t mess around with that.” He has toast and coffee and looks calmer after solving the butter crumb crisis to his satisfaction.
Darcy jumps up, seeing the coffee cup “Coffee!! Yes….thank you Ryan.” She goes to pour herself a cup.
Sam chuckles. “And that’s what makes Vincent such a great kid. Oh .. he’s not a kid anymore. That makes me old.” he sets his laptop aside and follows Darcy into the kitchen for some coffee.
Rich rolls his eyes. “Most allergies start in the mind. Doctors just humor patients because, let’s face it, they have a vested interest in you having something they can prescribe for.” he’ll wait for coffee.
Ryan just stares at Rich in disbelief as he chews his toast slowly. He’s not sure this argument is worth the headache it will likely cause him so he just eats for a while and then sips his coffee.
Darcy chuckles at Sam “You and me both old man.” She offers to pour for Sam too after her own and then overhears Rich and rolls her eyes muttering “Oh my god….how is Newcastle still alive sometimes? I wonder if he’s a flat earther…” She whispers.
Sam let’s Darcy pour for him and looks at Newcastle. “Maybe he’s not? Maybe he is mass hysteria?” he offers. Once he fixes the coffee to his liking, he moves back to the living room, setting the laptop back on his lap. “You know, I have been thinking … I could be a Crown Counselor. Now that we have two defence attorneys on the island … that is a slot that might need filling.” he nites his lip. “Not what about the environment? I mean Alexandra is well ahead of the game, obviously, but do you think it would help to do that here?” clearly which path of law he should follow has been eating at him.
Rich takes the silence for agreement .. well probably not agreement, but they clearly cannot argue his points. He looks at Sam. “Well we do need more Crown Counselors on the island. Even crime outside of the month of October is on the rise. You could help clean house.”
Darcy grumbles inaudibly at Sam’s assessment of Rich and then follows him back to the living room “You’d be a great one Sam, and yeah meet the need.” She sighs quietly at the clean house comment, unsure if it has thoughts behind it she’d rather not get into. “I’m not sure how much environmental work you’d find...I mean tankers can spill anywhere so …..have we had that here? Then you could represent the town…”
Ryan nods at Sam “Yeah you’d be awesome. I don’t think we’ve had a spill. I mean not in long enough that I know of.” He looks almost wary to ask “Rich, you’ve….well you’re older than us….do you know of any?”
Sam nods slowly. He respects two of the three people he is quarantined with. Although the idea that Rich is in favor of him being crown counselor sort of sours Sam on the whole idea. “I could probably do both … I mean keep up a licence with the environmental stuff, in case Alexandra needs me and do the rest on a regular basis. I mean … I’m maybe a semester away from graduation .. since I’m not on the usual schedule.” he sits back. “I can see both sides of things being a cop sometimes.”
Rich looks at Ryan. Crown Counsellors? One or two. There’s Bob Singer. He’s a good man.” Bob SInger was a passionate crown counsellor … when it came to prosecuting the Indiginous.
Darcy smiles at Sam “You’ve totally got this either way.” Then she gives Rich an odd look and exchanges a look with Ryan “I don’t think that’s what Ryan meant. And Bob Singer? That guy’s a total bigot. He should have his license revoked. You know both the Cowichan and the Haida took some of his crown cases to be appealed in the Supreme Court? I wish the system wasn't so tiered with the levels of government. He’s far from a good man for making those nations go through all that crap.”
Ryan deflates “Yeah I was talking about oil spills. Have there been any oil tanker spills on Alexandra? But I agree with Darcy. I also read in an article Singer said that residential school survivors should…” He makes finger quotes “Get over it.” Unquote. “Clueless asshat.”
Sam is encouraged by Darcy and Ryan and stares at Rich. “Really … good man … he only likes the good white people of this nation. He’s …” he snaps his mouth shut. “Oil spills … let's stick to oil spills … yes … the environment …”
Rich snorts. “They don’t stand a chance in court. And as far as the former students of the government school that educated them for generations .. come on, that was a long time ago. There aren't any more residential schools, so yes, maybe they should get over it.” he huffs and stands to get himself some coffee. “You people need to educate yourselves.”
Darcy nods ruefully at Sam “Yeah oil spills are a much more cheerful topic.” Then Rich replies again and she looks at him like he has grown another head. She just stares at him open mouthed as he walks to get coffee. “I can’t believe him…” She hisses to Sam and Ryan.
Ryan just gestures at Rich as he leaves with a backhanded smack in the air and then he gets a little grin “Hey you guys ever watch that show First Contact? We should make Rich watch it…..bunch of white bigots get an open your eyes tour and education on Indigenous culture.”
“He’ll never go for it.” Darcy laughs.
Sam sighs as Rich gets up to get coffee. “He’ll just explain to us about how its all propaganda by bleeding heart liberals. The same people who coddle the kids into thinking they have allergies.” he growls softly. “We still have a fucking week left?” he can hardly believe it.
Rich comes back with his coffee. He knows how some people think he’s a terrible person for his beliefs, but he believes in good wholesome family values and he practices what he preaches. His family life isn’t perfect, but it is a strong male led household. Sitting down, he relaxes on the couch, hearing Sam’s last comment. “You ordered this, Wright. Remember? We could all be home .. should all be home. Has anyone gotten sick from that party? I doubt it.”
Darcy nods at Sam, knowing he’s right and then slaps the table beside her after Rich makes a clueless Covid comment “Four people Newcastle. Didn’t you read the briefing? Two from here and two from the mainland tested positive. Some people are asymptomatic but I read through social media the whole Brown family is going for testing and Maddox is symptomatic. That’s possibly 6 people because he’s one of four kids in his family. And that Brooke Martin's older sister works at the Daily Deli.” She clicks around on her phone “From Bobby Anderson …...the Daly Deli will be closed for cleaning today. Sorry for any inconvenience.” She holds out the phone “Guess what Bobby and Barb figured out…..hopefully in time. This is a small town Rich. We need to contain this. Any one of us..” She points around “Could be carriers.”
Ryan sighs at Same and nods at Darcy. Then he throws up a hand at Rich and gestures it at Darcy as she talks. Then he cringes “Oh god the deli…..we’re fucked.”
Sam sighs deeply and tightens his jaw at Rich. “Yes, I ordered this, Newcastle.” he motions to Darcy. “And that’s why. Because people are getting sick, even if we aren’t four of them. I’m not going to be responsible for Darcy’s roommate Claire getting sick, or Jayla, or even my brother.” he holds up his hand and then just drops it on the chair.
Rich looks frustrated. “I read the briefing. But would it surprise any of you to find out that the numbers are being inflated? We get that new doctor … Rogers. And all of a sudden we get a Covid spike? He’s one of the ones inflating the numbers. God, what is the matter with you people. All those people you are worried about are young and healthy.” he looks at Ryan. “Your daughter is too young to even get Covid and your brother.” he looks at Sam. “He’s young enough to shake this bug off just like any other.” he blows out another frustrated breath. “You guys need to calm down and not let this panic infect you. You’re all better than this.”
Darcy just blinks at Rich “You think that Dr. Rogers is some kind of quack looking to inflate our Covid numbers? Are you serious? The guy worked in a prison. What would his end game be to come fuck with us? Do you not think Dr. McKinney as the head of the clinic vets her candidates and hires sane people? Rich, people die of this virus. And anyone can get it. A neonatal unit had an outbreak, babies, babies can get Covid. And Alex has a compromised immune system and a bunch of risks.” She gestures at Sam about the comment on his brother.
Ryan actually looks worried for Rich “Rich this isn’t panic. This is a huge problem in our world. And we’re just damned lucky living somewhere isolated that we haven’t been hit too bad so far. No one gets to choose how hard it hits you. You have kids...how can you not be freaked out by this? I’m afraid for my daughter...for my wife...I’m afraid of getting it and making them mourn me….this is everyone’s problem.”
Sam has had to deal with crazy conspiracy theories from all directions almost from birth. His own father was one of the town quacks of the past. He quickly wonders where the man is. Tibet, shaking up with a Yeti or scaling some mountain and flirting with a sherpa? He blows out a breath. “Guys.” he looks between Darcy and Ryan. “Don’t ask. Don’t even try. There’s no fucking point with his kind.”
Rich shakes his head at Darcy. “I don’t know what kind of bank accounts that man is having filled. This will all blow over .. as soon as the fucking liberals stop…” Sam’s words make him stop and stare. “My kind?” he sounds honestly insulted.
Darcy downs her coffee and heads back to the kitchen for more “I need a Tylenol. Seriously Rich. Your kind. This is not political or someone making money off it. You can be right wing or left wing and get Covid either way.”
Ryan groans at Rich and then calls after Darcy “Bring me one too Darc. I can’t even.” He just stares at Rich in disbelief and then nods at Sam.
Sam touches his forehead as well. “You know what we need today?” he asks the room at large. “Once the paperwork is done, of course. A movie Or something … distracting.” The APD up to date with paperwork.
Rich just shakes his head. He wasn’t surprised that his fellow officers thought the way they did about him. There was little doubt that he was in a minority, but he stuck to his guns.
Darcy brings Ryan the Tylenol after she takes some and then pauses to answer before heading back to the kitchen “Choosing a movie between the 4 of us should be fun again. Thank god we’re out of John Wick’s” She teases Ryan.
Ryan grabs the bottle and objects “Hey...I like them. It’s like Die Hard with more emotional baggage.”
Darcy points at Ryan mancingly “It is NOT like Die Hard….don’t you dare! It’s just Keanu killing dudes in different countries. Yeah bad things happened to him...but it’s gratuitous and no banter.” She looks at Sam and then briefly at Rich “Sam should pick today’s.”
Sam laughs at Darcy and Ryan .. if nothing else, they seem to always be able to bring a smile to his face. “Alright … No John Wick .. and no Die Hard because It’s not Christmas.” he looks at Rich with narrowed eyes. “I’m thinking 28 Days Later. Nothing like a fictional pandemic to make you feel better about the real one you’re in.”
Rich rolls his eyes. “I was hoping for a nice historical movie but …” he has noticed that since his first choice, he hadn’t been consulted about movies since.
Darcy grins “Alright just let me get a bowl of cereal, and then I’m in for that.” She wanders back to the kitchen and clanks around a bit and then comes back crunching and plops down on the chair “Hit it Wright.”
Ryan half snarls at Rich “Historical...nah gimme the action. Zombie flick. Let’s do this Sam.” He’s ready too.
Sam took the time that Darcy was getting cereal to rent the movie, then plug his laptop into the flat television on the living room wall. “And now for something that is completely unlikely….” and he presses Play.
Rich snorts and begins to watch the movie. He has many, many problems with the movie, up to and including its realism. The thing he loved about history was that it could be proven … if you had the right sources.
Darcy crunches away and watches the opening and then comments “Monkeys….yeah that’s not going to go well…”
Ryan flicks his hand in the air “Don’t let them out….oh your fuckers...of course...and patient zero. Bada boom.” He leans on his hand watching.
Sam sits back and watches the movie. It was over the top, which made it an alright watch. Others were a little more plausible, which made them more frightening. He just wanted to have some fun because they were stuck for another week.
Rich snorts and motions to the screen. “Bleeding hearts …. And now look where it gets em…”
Darcy barely resists the urge to fling cereal at Rich and just gives him a stare and then crunches more as she keeps watching. She points the spoon at the TV “Did Walking Dead rip of this premise or was it the other way around?”
“Oh shut it Rich…” Ryan mutters and then replies “I dunno Sam...what year is this one?” He looks at Darcy “Walking Dead was like 2010 to start I think.” He glances back at the movie “Zombie priest….noice.”
Sam absently gives Rich the finger. To Darcy, he simply says “Chicken or egg, Darc?” and then he frowns a bit. “I think this movie is like 2001 or 2002 and … isn’t Walking Dead like 2010 or so? I don’t watch it, to be honest.”
Rich snorts even as he ignores most of his coworkers words and movements. “It’s as old as time. Free the poor animals and unleash the end of the world.” he shakes his head.
Darcy nods absently at Sam as she watches “Yeah they lifted it for sure….Jesus those are not slow zombies though.” She jumps at one part and then the protagonist survives the scare and is saved by two people. Darcy smirks “She’s cute. I hope she doesn’t die within the next 5 minutes.”
Ryan agrees “Yeah but it’s like Tolkien. How many thighs were inspired right….not that he wrote zombies...but those things in the dead marsh are not far off.” He scoffs at Rich but doesn’t comment and then laughs at Darcy “5 minutes? That’s all you need with her?” He tunes into the movie again “Don’t eat zombies...check..”
Sam chuckles. “Yea, I think these were some of the first not shambling but fast quote end quote zombies. Of course they are not zombies but plain old humans infected with a virus.” he smirks at both Ryan and Darcy. “Was that sexual humor?” he sounds amazed. “But remember .. again .. not zombies, so you could eat your fill ….” he looks as innocent as it is possible for him to look.
Rich looks more than a little offended by the sexual innuendo. So he tries to bring the conversation to something less so. “Now are they saying that the British government released this virus onto the UK?”
Ryan blushes immediately at how Sam took his comment “Oh I wasn’t taking it that far…...I mean maybe Darcy was.” He laughs and then shakes his head at Rich “For god’s sake man….”
Darcy kicks at Sam’s foot “They did just say if you ingest it you get infected so I imagine any kind of eating your fill would screw you…...but maybe you could at least enjoy one last romp right?” Then Selena just up and kills Mark and Darcy slow nods “Harsh…..but it was getting a little sappy there right?”
The movie goes on “Oh cue the army…..” Ryan says “Of course they get a flat tire…..oh my god….”
Sam can't help but smirk a bit at Ryan’s blush. “It would be easier if the infection wasn’t so damn obvious.” he admits. He looks at Darcy then back at the screen. “What's that line? If you gotta go … go with a smile.” he laughs. “Yea … flat tire … int he tunnel. They’re following that playbook pretty closely.”
Rich is rolling his eyes and barely actually watching the movie, but pretending to be social with his coworkers.
Darcy nods and laughs at Sam. Then she watches as Frank who they just met with the last rescue gets a drop of blood in his eye. “Typical….bye by Mad Eye Moody.” She jokes. Then she frowns at what’s next “This does not look like a good scene at all.”
Ryan cringes “No…..they have a pet zombie. And of course the women are a rapey offering…..West is an ass. Hope he dies soon. Hope one of the women shoots him.”
Darcy shakes her head “Or the pet zombie, karma…..” They keep watching.
Sam has always found the movie fun, but it is even more fun now. “Mad Eye Moody? Oh my god, Darc.” he laughs and then nods at Ryan. “He’s a science experiment. Nothing could possibly go wrong.” he assures him and sighs. “And … of course its a rape thing .. how else will you repopulate the human race. Honestly!” he sounds mock exasperated.
Rich speaks up again. “I know you’re being sarcastic, but if there was a disaster that threatened the population .. it would have to be repopulated somehow. How do you suggest they do it? Ask for volunteers?”
Darcy laughs “Well it’s the same actor!” Then she groans “They couldn’t write a plot where they all live communally with their pet zombie and wait for a few people to just get horny and do it with consent. Talk about not getting how breeding can work best.” Then she blinks at Rich “Yes voluntary I E consent. Humans will get to it if you don’t get all creepy and rapey.”
Ryan nods along with Darcy “Yeah….but it’s a movie and they need a reason for suspense right?”
Darcy keeps commenting “See….see now Jim needs to save them which means likely one of those gals is going to do him…..voluntarily because seriously it’s predictable…..and oh! There’s our karma!” She gestures “Zombie pet gets West. Called it!”
Sam is mostly having a ball because Darcy and Ryan are just hoots. “They didn’t have enough women so they kidnapped some, is the idea I’m getting. And yes … face it .. in a horror movie consentual sex is just boring.” Then Darcy makes her last statement and he howls in laughter. “Zombie Prt Gets Wast .. sounds like a movie all on its own!”
Rich huffs. He has ideas on their volunteers and how it would go for those like Darcy who went against the natural order of things, but he is at least smart enough not to make any comments along those lines. So he just watches the end of the movie.
The movie ends and Darcy looks around frowning. She rounds on Sam “Ok let’s unpack this...I’m ignoring your rape is more fun in horror movies because that would be too much to even start on. Can we talk about the sewing? The SEWING? I mean that seems an oddly time consuming way to signal for help. Put scrap wood together, light a giant fire, blow some shit up….but SEWING…..”
Ryan waves at Darcy “Shhhh...fast forward, Is there an after credits scene?” He looks at Sam “I feel like there should be a 28 years later…”
Darcy rolls her eyes “When the eyeless man has procreated with both woman and now their incestuous children have reproduced as the last humans on earth?”
Ryan looks at Darcy in horror “You object to the rape story but throw incest on the table? Lynch you sick fuck…” He laughs.
Sam stares at Darcy for a minute. “Sure .. we’ll ignore the rape for the sewing … which I asmit was kind of stupid. Maybe it was a long time after?” he looks at Ryan. “Well, there IS a sequel … 28 WEEKS later. So far I don’t think they made 28 YEARS later …. Maybe weeks didn’t make enough money?” he laughs at them both. “It would be interesting if it were incest … but thnk about it … most of these stories have that theme of reproducing at any cost … as if the danger is past and we hae to overpopulate the country in the first 18 months … or I guess the first 28 months in this case.” he smirks. “But yes … there IS a sequel .. complete with adorable children …” he dangles that carrot.
Rich rolls his eyes. “You’re all crazy. Clearly the helicopter is the military come to save them, bring them to a base and pick the strongest for reproduction.” He is trying to insert humor, but his sense of humor is lacking to most human beings.
Just then the doorbell rings and Sam gets up. “I'll answer it. If someone pukes blood in my face, kill me and spare the world my Jewish DNA.” he pleads, putting on a N95 mask and opening the door.
The mail carrier is standing there with an envelope. “Richard Newcastle.” she asks, as if she doesn’t know everyone on her route.
Rich goes to the door without his mask on. “That’s me.”
“Goddamnit, Newcastle.” she grumbles, hurrying to get another mask for him.
Rich rolls his eyes and holds the mask to his face as he signs for his letter. “What the fuck?” he grumbles as he returns to his place on the couch, opening and reading his hard won note.
Sam sighs. “Thanks…” he closes the door on the mail carrier and returns to his chair.
Darcy half laughs at Sam but then looks very curious until Rich skips his mask as he goes to the door “Mask…” She had chided but clearly he had to be told twice. Then he gets what looks like registered mail...here? Darcy’s curiosity eats at her and even though she thinks Rich is a total tool she has to ask “So what is it?”
Ryan smirks at Sam. He had been in agreement with both he and Darcy about the sewing and ready to unpack it all when the mail carrier was looking for Rich. He does his back hand swat in the air at Rich for skipping his mask going to the door and then let the hand drop just watching to see what was going on.
Sam returns to his seat and looks at Rich, as curious as the others. “Well?” he encourages.
Rich reads the letter, turning progressively more red in the face. “That ungrateful cunt!” the rage slips from his mouth before he realizes that he is not alone. He shoves the letter back in the envelope and tosses it aside. “It’s nothing important.” he insists. “So there’s a sequel?” he’s ready to watch even more about the Rage virus … or anything else to distract him.
Darcy stiffens at the C word “Whoah….that doesn’t sound unimportant from your reaction.” She decides not to call him out on the choice of word so there’s more chance of getting the info.
Ryan leans in now “Yeah man what’s up? That’s like a registered letter? You get sued or something?” He’s using a bit of a lighter tone to coax Rich. He looks at Sam and Darcy after.
Sam’s brows nearly touch his hairline when Rich exclaims about someone's lack of gratitude. “Hey Rich, it sounds pretty serious. I mean .. you CAN talk to us, you know.”
Rich closes his eyes. “In a town like this you’ll all find out sooner or later.” he growls. “This is notification from my wife that she’s changed the locks and I can go find someplace else to live. And apparently my kids are in on the joke too.” he huffs. “Spencer and Taylor.” he huffs again and shrugs. “She just beat me to it, is all. I was just waiting for Taylor to hit 18 so I wouldn’t be burdened with child support. Damn.” he growls.
Darcy looks unsure how to respond so she looks at the others for a moment. She can’t imagine being married to someone like Rich. The woman had to be some kind of nut or saint for managing it. At the same time, as awful and clueless as he was, he was human and a coworker and she suspected that this hurt him deeply “Sorry to hear it Newcastle.” Darcy said genuinely.
Ryan frowned “Well it's no joke…..were you guys having problems then for awhile? Maybe you can convince her to go for some kinda counselling?” As much as he didn’t like Rich, he hated the idea of people splitting up. Something must have made them work in the first place. Maybe if Rich worked out his marriage he’d be a better guy. Maybe that was his problem.
Sam winces. He’s the youngest one of them, but has known Newcastle the longest, as he was a kid in Alexandra. “I’m sorry to hear that…” but he isn’t surprised.
Rich blows out a breath. “If this is what she wants, it’s her loss.” he tells them. “I married her because no one else would. I don’t know what she thinks the future holds for her.” he scoffs. “She has two kids. I guess they can take care of her the rest of her life.” He takes the letter and shoves it in his pocket. “Now .. who's up for this sequel?”
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