money, Ernie,â Rowland said, trying to sound stern.
âIâd call it an equitable redistribution of wealth!â Milton laughed, handing back the shilling. âKeep it, Ernie mate, but you remember you made your first shilling off the back of a worker!â
Ernest nodded solemnly, committing the poetâs words to memory. âWhere are we going, Uncle Rowly?â
âI thought perhaps we might catch the ferry across to Manly.â
âCan we go to the Fun Pier?â
âI donât see why not.â
Ernest beamed. âThatâs so very kind of you, Uncle Rowly!â
They left the Mercedes at Circular Quay and boarded the ferry to Manly, standing on the deck and taking in the glorious blue of the harbour on a clear day. Ernest pointed out landmarks and described them with potted histories as if Rowland and Milton were first-time visitors to the city. He told them of the day the Sydney Harbour Bridge had been opened, forgetting entirely that heâd seen it all from Rowlandâs shoulders. Being a Saturday, the ferry was full with weekend trippers to the stateâs premier seaside venue. The sea air seemed festive, a cheerful anticipation of sand and sunshine.
The Fun Pier itself was a crush of families and sweethearts strolling arm in arm.
âKeep your eyes peeled for pickpockets,â Milton warned as he glanced sideways at a band of youths moving through the crowd. Rowland grabbed Ernestâs hand and kept him close. They rode the Ferris wheel first, and then watched as Ernest took a turn on the carousel. They split up to race through the mirror maze, accepting the tin medals awarded at completion with gravitas and acceptance speeches. Once theyâd been through every exhibit and entertainment at least twice, they left the Fun Pier for the Shark Aquarium next door. That done, the party of three found a table at Burtâs Milk Bar which stretched across the wharf frontage.
âMay I have a milkshake, Uncle Rowly?â Ernest asked, having seen the American fad drink advertised on sandwich boards outside the milk bar.
âIf itâs not a cocktail,â Rowland said, signalling a waitress. She assured him there was nothing stronger than flavouring in a milkshake and recommended the Girvana Sling for him and Milton. Apparently it was a specialty of the house.
âSo what part of the Fun Pier did you like best, Ernie?â Milton asked as they enjoyed their respective beverages.
âThe Ferris wheel, I suppose. The mirror maze was smashing too!â He pursed his lips thoughtfully. âThe wax museum was appalling, donât you think?â
âIt wasnât that bad, surely,â Rowland protested, defending the handful of wax fairytale characters out of some vague inexplicable sense that it would be impolite not to do so.
âIt was pretty poor,â Milton confirmed.
âThe statues werenât frightening at all, and nothing looked real,â Ernest complained.
âI do believe Madame Tussaudâs has made your standards a little high,â Rowland said wryly. He had taken Ernest to the iconic waxworks when they were in London the previous year. Expecting Tussaudâs at Manly Beach was probably optimistic.
The boyâs deep blue eyes brightened on mention of the London wax museum. âRemember the werewolf? He was my favourite!â
âI thought you were frightened?â
âIâm seven years old now, Uncle Rowly,â Ernest replied fiercely. âYouâll find Iâve grown up quite a lot. And I do like being scared.â
âItâs a shame Magdaleneâs is closed,â Milton sighed. âPlenty of ghouls and monsters there. Guaranteed to frighten even men of Ernieâs advanced years.â
âIs it closed?â Rowland asked, forgetting about his nephew for a moment.
âI expect so⦠after White.â
Rowland frowned. âThat was a couple of days ago. They
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