cup.â
âThen youâll both do your dough. Comic Court is already past the post andâll go down in history as the winner of the 1950 Melbourne Cup,â Jack said with finality.
âOK, you boys.â Alice came out of the house. âStop arguing,â she laughed.
That night in bed Alice turned to Jack before she switched the light off. âThat was a good day, Jack, despite the problem with the police and the boys. You donât think they stole that boyâs bike do you?â
âNo I donât. I know Jack wouldnât steal anything and Iâm sure that Harry is just as honest as Jack is. Thereâs got to be some misunderstanding. Itâll get sorted out. Are you going to turn the light out?â
âThereâs no chance theyâd go to jail is there?â she persisted.
âNo, Alice!â Jack sounded exasperated. âEven if they did steal it, which they didnât, theyâre too young to go to jail. Theyâd just get a good talking to from the sergeant. After all, that Billy still had the bike so itâs not like it was stolen and sold or lost or whatever.â
âBut his father said that he would have them charged and heâs a solicitor.â
âHeâs just a red-faced bag of wind and the fact that heâs a solicitor doesnât put him outside the law, Alice. Itâll be all right â¦believe me. Thereâs something fishy about this and I think that that Billy is lying. Bob will get to the bottom of it when he takes the statements and examines it all.â Jack rolled onto his side but Alice continued.
âShouldnât we let the boys know to take the pressure off them as they seem very upset about it all and were very quiet today â¦not their usual boisterous selves.â Alice had her head cradled on her arm facing Jack.
âGood to have âem quiet for a change. No, let âem sweat a bit longer. I donât believe for a minute that they did it but it wonât hurt for them to be aware of the sort of consequences that can happen and if they were ever tempted in the future to pinch something. Iâm sure this experience will make them think twice.â
Jack leaned across and kissed his wife on the cheek. âNow please go to sleep. Good night, Alice.â
âGood night, dear.â She turned out the light.
In the sleepout attached to the back of the house where Jack and Harry were in bed both boys were still awake but the house was quiet so they whispered so as not to disturb anybody.
âWhat a day, Harry. That Billyâs a lyinâ little shit.â
âDo ya reckon weâll go to jail, Jack?â Harry asked, for what seemed to Jack to be like the hundredth time.
âWe canât go to jail for pinching somethinâ we didnât pinch. It wouldnât be right. Weâre innocent, Harry.â
âYeah, I suppose so. Iâm gonna kill that Billy though when all this has died down.â
âThen heâll be twice dead âcause Iâm gonna kill him too.â They sniggered quietly at Jackâs comment.
âWhatâll we do tomorrow, Jack? Canât go to the creek seeinâ as weâre grounded?â
âWeâll just hang around here, mate. You can help me build a billycart. Iâve got a box and wheels and everythinâ we need.â
âHave ya?â
âYep and we can use Dadâs tools in the garage. He wonât mind as weâll be doinâ what he wants and stayinâ in the yard.â
âGood idea, Jack. Sheâll be a beauty.â Harry yawned. âGânite, Jack, Iâm pretty tired.â
âMe too. See ya in the mornin.â
Sunday morning dragged on for Jack and Harry. Normally they would be down the creek early or out in the park playing with some of their mates but as they were grounded they moped around the house, played some card games, listened to the wireless and
Jason Padgett, Maureen Ann Seaberg