‘But, Nick said.’
‘To hell with Nick.’ Bill slammed his glass on the bench, gabbed his eye-phone and walked out.
He immediately jumped a Trancab for the yacht club, where his twenty-metre luxury cruiser, My Lot, was moored. He often sought solace from the pressures of the office and his wife, by taking her out for a few hours, sometimes taking a friend of the female persuasion along. Today he just wanted to escape everything.
The yacht club appeared deserted, so he bypassed the office and went directly to the marina. Bill’s skipper lived on board, maintaining My Lot with the assistance of a deck boy. He greeted Bill with a firm handshake. Bill grinned, he had high regard for the man and was always pleased to be in his company.
‘Take her out Mike, we’ve got a lot to talk about.’
Brian was not in when Bill arrived at the office later that day, nor was his secretary, and the presses had gone quiet. He flopped into his chair and swivelled toward the expansive window that overlooked the Gold Coast City Council premises, and the high-rise buildings, with the ocean in the background. Several army Veto filled his field of vision.Shit, he thought,Suddenly it’s like living in a bloody war zone!
‘Phone Brian.’ He ordered.
There was a brief pause. ‘Yeah Bill.’
‘Brian get back here immediately!’ Bill had worked himself into a fury on the way in. ‘The bloody presses have stopped. This’s a newspaper, or have you forgotten?’
‘Okay. Calm down Bill, I’ll be there.’
Brian arrived ten minutes later and was greeted by Bill with a glass in hand.
‘How can Nick be sure these quakes are going to all happen at once? We’re bloody miles from the Arctic circle, I can’t imagine Australia being affected.’
‘He said the destruction will be global.’
‘Rubbish! Maybe we’ll get some rough weather and flooding, but monster tsunami? Never! How the bloody hell did he get the Government to swallow this yarn?’
Brian was lost for words. ‘Bill, whether you believe it or not, it is going to happen.’ He said soberly. ‘The experts have agreed with Nick, you don’t think they would just take his word do you?’
‘Pig Shit! You can’t convince me! It’s rubbish! I’ve spent years building my reputation in the publishing business, I’m not going to let this bloody fiasco ruin everything. I don’t want any part of it!’
‘Fine. If you want to be pigheaded Bill, don’t be a part of it.’ Brian said. ‘Just know this, ignore it at your own peril.’
‘If you don’t mind I’ve heard enough for one day.’ Bill said heading for the bar for yet another drink.
Chapter Twenty-nine
Karen
Karen was surprised by her uncles attitude, as he’d always been such a reasonable man. If he reacted this way, how would others react? Then she remembered that he had reacted in a bad way when they had been told the news of her parent’s accident. Was it really over fifteen years ago? She still felt the pain as if it were yesterday, and tried unsuccessfully to push the thoughts away. As bad as things had been with Sean and the years of grief since then, this was the last thing she wanted to think about now. Yet it was too late, no amount of self-talk could push the crushing flood of those tragic memories from her mind.
Her mind flew back to early August 2021 when she was fourteen. She had been staying with her Uncle Bill and Veronica. She awoke that morning with a splitting headache and opted out of school. Bill had gone to his office, and Veronica was out shopping, which was an every day event for her.
She heard the telephone ringing but was suffering too much to get out of bed. The tablets Veronica had given her earlier were strong, but they did not alleviate the headache, just made her woozy and sleepy. Something nibbled at her inner-conscious and she was immediately afraid. A feeling she could not explain enveloped her as she drifted back off to sleep. She was unaware of the passage of time, and was startled awake to find Bill standing by her bed.
He didn’t need to speak, his face told the story. She sat up so quickly the blood rushed to her head and stars flicked behind her eyes. There were tears in his grey eyes, and his hair dangled out-of-place over his forehead. He sat quietly on the bed, ready to clutched her to his chest to stop the pain he knew she was going to feel. ‘There’s been an accident, it’s your Mum and Dad!’ he sobbed.
A dark shadow enveloped her and she closed out the words that followed, instinctively knowing they were bad.
When her parents had left for their holiday in Perth three months earlier, she had experienced a cold dread as she watched them walk through the boarding gate. Her mother had voiced her dislike for flying and expressed her wish to stay home many times. Karen had exams at school and she couldn’t go with them, but her father had insisted they go. Premonitions had haunted Karen her short life but she always pushed them aside, gave them no credence, because they were vague and sometimes undecipherable. This time they were not vague, Karen feared she would never see them again.
‘Oh, God! I knew it! If only I had listened to my hunch, maybe I could’ve prevented it!’ she cried.
‘No, no, no. It’s not your fault.’ Bill uttered. ‘Your father was driving a rental car along a deserted country road somewhere. He collided head-on with a truck.’ Bill sobbed. ‘Your Mum was killed instantly, she didn’t know what hit her.’
Karen began sobbing, her eyes wide tears flowing freely. ‘What about Dad?’ She spluttered.
‘He’s in hospital in some backwoods town.’
Karen wrenched herself away from Bills embrace. ‘I’ve got to go to him. Can you arrange it for me?’
‘I’ve spoken to his doctor, and that’s the first thing I asked.’
‘What did he say?’
Bill hesitated. ‘That it would be too late. They didn’t expect him to survive.’
Nothing prepared her for the shattering effect of this accident. Suddenly the little town of Grayton in Perth became the most important place in the world. She adored her father and to think of him laying in a hospital bed seriously wounded, knowing her mother was dead, was almost too much to bear. She telephoned the hospital, but they would not let her speak to him, his injuries were too serious. The doctor was kind and explained his condition but Karen knew it was hopeless. He was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it.
Her uncle Bill took it very hard, it was weeks before he would accept it had really happened. Karen felt that nothing mattered anymore. Everyone was very supportive, but she felt alone, abandoned. Even Veronica tried to placate her.
That loneliness had never left her, and was another of the reasons she often wished she could go to sleep one night and not wake the next morning. When families and friends celebrated Christmas, birthdays and special events, she remained distant, the deep sadness of her loss overwhelming her. There had been many dreams since then, all depicting the return of her parents after many years’ absence, her father explaining that it had all been a bad dream.
Since then she was convinced that her father’s soul was guiding her life, comforting her in times of trouble. Snapping back to the present she understood why Uncle Bill locked out the truth when he found it too hard to bear. Oh, Daddy, when will it end? Please guide me through this dreadful time. If you’re there, I need you now more than ever.
Chapter Thirty
The Northern Hospital Tuesday, June 6