bawling and Mavis comes back, unbuttoning her tent, just at the most interesting part of the movie. The girl has got naked and the manâs head is â
âWhat are you doing watching thatthing, you disobedient pair of little buggers?â She reaches for a long electrical cord that has been hanging on a nail behind the back door for all of Loriâs life. Mavis can crack that cord like a whip when anyone gives her big strife, and if she doesnât hit the one sheâs aiming at, she gets close. Someone yells. A calendar also hangs behind the door. It is beautiful. Blue water, yellow sand,sailboats gliding, seabirds soaring. Cool. It makes the room hotter, and the whip harder.
Jamesy dives under the table and out, heâs through the brown curtain door. Lori goes the other way. Sheâs on the back verandah. Theyâve got a pact, these two; divide and conquer.
The two big globes in the kitchen are bright enough to cast their light on the verandah where Mick is building a bike. Heâs beenout there all the time, sitting on a box, surrounded by bits of bike, his bad leg with its brace stuck out in front. When he takes the brace off his leg is rubbery, so Greg and Vinnie call him Pullit, as in âpull the other one, itâs made of rubberâ. His arms and his right leg are strong, which make up a bit for his left leg; he can swim okay, but he usually only swims at night so people canâtstare when he takes that brace off. Heâs one of the redheads, but not carrot red, sort of dark and quiet, like the inside of his head is quiet, like his eyes are quiet.
No one is allowed to thump Mick, due to heâs got no balance. Not even spoilt-rotten Greg thumps Mick, which might be the reason why Mick got to be so lovable. Also, he never does anything to get thumped for, so itâs like thiscircle of good just keeps wrapping around and around him. Summer and winter he stays close to the house, except when heâs at school. He fixes things, just loves screws and nuts and nails and he collects them, picks them up from everywhere. All the bikes and bits of bikes the brothers bring home are treasures to Mick â bikes being his favourite things to fix, even if he canât ride them. Itâs likehe enjoys the freedom they give his brothers, so maybe fixing them gives him a bit of borrowed freedom.
âLorraine. I said, Get. To. Bed. And you too, Mickey.â He doesnât like being called Mickey and he doesnât want to go to bed, but he packs up his spanners and takes them with him, leaves the bike bits there. âYouâd better move it, Lorraine.â
She doesnât move. When she was ten, she was afraidof Mavisâs whip, but now she is eleven sheâs not afraid at all. She walks back to the open door as soon as she hears that couch groan and the wall moan.
âMick hates being called Mickey and I hate being called Lorraine . I said for everyone to call me Lori.â She thrusts out her chest. There are no brothers around to see her twin boils. âIâm eleven now, and itâs Friday night, and me and Mick shouldnâthave to go to bed with the chooks.â
âIf you make me get up from this chair then you wonât live to see twelve, you cheeky little skin-head bugger. And if you ask your father to cut your hair again, Iâll shave the lot off.â
Lori shrugs and gets.
The lounge room is big, which is lucky. Itâs got three beds and a cot in it, also a chest of drawers and huge old-fashioned wardrobe. Mattyâs bassinettewill probably be moved in soon. All the babies get put in this room because its door is just across the passage from Mavis and Henryâs door. Loriâs bed is the one nearest to the door so she can hear Mavis and Henry talking some nights when the heat is too bad to sleep. She has learned a lot in that bed, like why Henry never got a divorce from Eva, which isnât due to divorces costing heaps of