transferred. To Perth.â
As Chris stared at her, the news sinking in, Megan burst into a flood of tears.
âI donât want to go to Perth! Itâs on the other side of the planet. I donât want to leave my friends, my school! Dad, please . . .â
âHey, hey, slow down.â He handed her a paper napkin to dry her tears. âNow, run this past me again slowly. Trevor is going to Perth and heâs planning to move your mum and you kids over there, too. What does your mother say?â
Megan sniffed and dabbed her eyes. âNot much. He says weâre going. We all have to go. Sell the house and move to Perth! What am I going to do? Iâll die over there.â
Chris was furious Jill hadnât mentioned this, given him some warning. âWhen did all this come about? I canât believe heâd uproot you all, and sell up. I mean, it must be a huge job opportunity.â
âI heard them talking. Itâs a big deal, some supervisor thing. Itâs not fair that I have to go because of his stupid job!â
âNow calm down, it sounds like early days. It canât be all decided yet.â
âNo, itâs pretty certain. They wonât leave me here, and I will not go over there. My whole life is here!â Meganâs eyes filled with tears again.
âMegan, I donât think you have a choice, if thatâs what they want to do . . .â
âWhy should I have to suffer for Trevorâs dumb idea? Leave my life, my friends, my school? Thereâs no way, Dad.â She shook her head and wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. They sat in silence for a moment or two. Then she looked up at him. âHey, what about this? I stay here, with you.â
Chris hesitated. âMegan, I donât think thatâs possible.â
Tears coursed down Meganâs face again and Chris moved to her side of the booth and put his arm over her shoulders, glad there werenât any other diners near them.
âThe problem is that my next posting is very likely going to be in Bangkok, sweetheart. I have a very demanding job, Iâll be away a lot working on assignments in other parts of Asia, and I certainly donât want you living in Bangkok without me. Anyway, your mother would never let you come. Itâs impossible.â
âCanât you stay here, in Sydney? Do you have to go to Bangkok?â asked Megan, looking at him pleadingly.
âItâs my job, darling,â said Chris weakly. He didnât like where this discussion was leading. âYou could board at your school,â he suggested, wondering as he said it from where all the extra money for that idea would come. When Megan didnât instantly shoot the suggestion down in flames, he added, âListen, itâs not a decision we have to make immediately. Letâs not spoil our day together.â
âEven though my whole life is about to be ruined,â she countered.
Later, after heâd put Megan on her bus back home, Chris decided to take a long walk to think about her news. He walked towards St Leonards Park, because he always enjoyed the relative peace of this North Sydney oasis. He especially loved its cricket ground, with its old Edwardian grandstands rescued from the Sydney Cricket Ground which had made the oval one of the most picturesque places to play cricket in the entire country. He was amused to see a lone bagpiper standing under one of the large palm trees, practising his instrument above the noise from the adjacent freeway. Chris sighed and kicked at a tuft of grass. Heâd hated to see Megan so upset and he had to agree with her that she had good cause. He wouldnât want to be taken away from an enjoyable and secure life to move to the other side of the country with a stepfamily he didnât like. He felt very concerned about her future. How was she going to cope with it all?
Suddenly he felt gripped with anxiety. Years ago, when he was
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