Revenge
Copyright© 2021 by Peter H. Salus
Chapter 33
“I don’t want any drunk rapists!”
“That’s fairly explicit,” said Sam. “And I guess that you had an ... uh ... unpleasant encounter.”
“I screamed when Steve grabbed my arm. Tim stopped him.”
“She speaks truth,” added Frogmouth. “He is one of our topers.”
“We’ll have no drinkers here!” Jos exclaimed.
“Drink is not evil,” said Osprey. “Only excess is evil: over-eating, over drinking.”
“Well,” said Sam. “Let’s say we’ll exclude the known drunks. What about the general idea?”
“I like the idea of some new folks. I want to begin a family. And so do others, too. But not too many. Two dozen sounds OK to me. But make sure they work! No freeloaders!”
“Does that mean no aunties?” Wallaby asked.
“Hell, no! Aunties work. They show gins how to do things.”
“They take care of the babies!”
“Where will they live?” came a voice.
“We’ll build some new stuff.”
“I’ll work it out,” Zeke said. “I’ll help with layouts and with buildin’ stuff. Don’ want that drongo messin’ ‘bout with buildin’ permits!” There was scattered laughter.
“And I’ll supply the dosh for materials,” said Sam. “What do you say, Jos?”
“A dozen can come from Galjiba soon. We are under an hour from the spring. Masked Owl must return to Bathurst Island and speak with the Tiwi. Then a dozen will come here. How will that be?”
“Bunjil will arrange. It cannot cost much.”
“Perimeter Aviation has a Fairchild 12-seater in Darwin.”
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