there is no peace
Nathan, with his two pig dogs and hydrophonics, has lived on and off with his mother in her sealed two bedroom cottage in Avalon for the three months since his last release from the Brisbane Watch House – and the letter pushed under the door last Friday is a summons to appear at Manly Magistrate’s Court for non payment of rates.
The local council is aggrieved, and they covert her home.
Nathans’s mother has been unable to get out of her bed for two days now with an untreated dogbite gone gangrenous; and the hungry beasts roam through the small rooms day and night. They are unloosed.
– and they bump again and again at the flimsy door of her bedroom. Dark by day and by night.
Nathan comes by from time to time; always at night, measuring the wattage and filtration, doing some harvesting and checking the black plastic bagging on the windows.
He comes and goes through the unkempt gardens and weeds, slipping through the back door like a thief – sometimes his mother calls for him.