'What I said before —— I didn't mean to hurt you.'
'Don't be silly. You didn't hurt me. Tough as old boots, I am.'
I keep my eyes trained on the road, but the tone of her voice tells me she's most probably smiling. Zoe is one of those hard-to-knock-down people —— or maybe she just bounces back very well. She's sunny no matter what the weather, and obviously brave, since she gave me another shot. Forgiving too. It's the way I've always imagined my mum would have been. If she had lived she'd be about Zoe's age now. It could have been us out there. I coast along with that thought for a few kays, don't want to turn it loose, but I know I have to let reality back in. Sometimes I hate reality.
'Watcha thinking?' she says.
Here's my chance to really let her see me and all my mixed-up feelings . . . if only I knew where to start.
'Not much. Just looking out for roos.'
A Straight Line to My Heart, P112
Bill Condon
ISBN 978-174237-730-8
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