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288 pages, Hardcover
First published August 1, 2014
I'm a single dad and I got twin kids, I said. One who's seventeen going on thirty, one who's seventeen going on ten.
"You've never seen a disabled person and their homicidal carer before?"
"He's just like the rest of us - amazing in his own right, and no better or worse than anyone else."
‘Good to meet you, Ross. Good to meet you, Jane.’
There’s a pause. Ross taps his chin twice, narrows his eyes. I recognise the signs. He’s had his first inkling that the young guy in seat 39G is not fashioned from a familiar mould. Bravo, Ross! Unless the association is patently obvious – Perry’s under stress or immersed in one of his favourite obsessions – it takes most people a while to suspect my brother is a bit skewiff. It’s one of his weightier burdens: look like everyone else, act like no one you’ve ever seen.
Dad used to tell me: ‘If you go through life finding fault in others, you’ll end up in a world of one’. He said we need the people around us – warts and all – and I understand this much better now that I’m older.
At Fair Go I will be on my own, but I will need help with some of the tasks – cooking and sewing and maintenance around my place and the farming jobs they get all residents to do. And the help I need will come from the people around me. But Fair Go is not the same as planet Earth, and not all people are helpers. Some are rolled-gold assholes. They kick your basketball away in the school playground or they move when you sit next to them on the train or they drop cigarettes into your sponge-bucket at the carwash or they call you a spaz and a retard. It’s very difficult to be responsible and pretend bad people’s faults are invisible. And if you have more bad people around you than good, you might even begin to think a world of one is okay.