Spaghetti
lit the coronas. “Here’s an offer, son. Know anything about farming?” Angel
scowled: “I know the vegie game. I worked on the old man’s allotment after
school until he ran off. Mum died of a broken heart.”
Spaghetti
said: “Friends of ours are buying a couple of farms north of the Smoke. We need blokes with a bit of get up and go to
run them. At the same time, Private Daley can disappear. We’ll help out with
papers, dyeing your hair and so on. And what about setting up a jewellery workshop on the
farm?"
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