3 – There goes the fish& chips shop.
‘So, married life agrees with you. You’re both positively beaming,’ Attorney-General, Frank Papadopoulos, observed, as he topped up Peter and Rob’s coffees. The three of them sat in the A-G’s airy office, Parliament House, Canberra. ‘My wife says it’s been too many weeks since we had dinner together, so my guess is she’ll be talking to Servy and Robyn about fixing that.’
‘If it’s a barbeque,’ Rob wagged a finger, ‘I’m the chef. You’re a gun lawyer but crap with a steak, mate.’
‘Ha!’ Frank grinned, ‘At question time in this place, the Opposition tries to rip strips off me, and I’ve also got to cop it from a mate.’
They shared a couple of chuckles and BBQ stories, but each knew that serious things needed to be discussed and decided.
‘Tony and Ben will be here shortly but I thought I’d do a little scene setting first.’ Papadopoulos said, as he settled deeper into his chair and ran fingers through his thinning dark hair as if rehearsing something in his mind. ‘There has been absolutely no need to interfere with your newly wedded bliss and much deserved break after those months in the limelight. As far as I’m concerned, you can be on a break for as long as you like. Take a cruise. Write a book or two. Whatever. But I’m guessing that you probably want to do someth