Davo

by N.R. Walker

Oh, for Pete’s sake. “Nothing’s secret in this town, is it?” She shook her head slowly. “Nope.” Bill was still caught up in his side of the conversation. “He dropped off the gear for the Cruiser this mornin’ on his way to work. Grinning from ear to ear, he was. Even Gibbo noticed.” “Well, if Gibbo knows, you won’t need to wait till lunchtime.” Junie checked her watch. “Everyone will know by now.” I sighed. “Excellent.” Bill nodded. “Yep. We’ve got a tele-gram, a tele-phone, and a tell-a-Gibbo. If you want someone to know something . . .” Awesome.

“Hey, Davo,” a guy interrupted us. I’d seen him around but didn’t know his name. He was the guy who looked like Ned Kelly. “Hey, Ned.” I withheld the sigh—or the laugh—that tried to escape.