““Not bad, not bad. That's one down. Only a million to go.' 'Right. Thanks, Shark.' I should have known to expect something like that from him. 'Now that you've proven yourself I reckon you've earned a go at a very important assignment.' 'Making tea?' 'No, I said important. You want to have a crack at it?' 'All right. That'd be good.' 'That's the way. Run down the post office and get the mail for us. Key's hanging up in the front office. When you come back, I want you to open it up and sort it into three piles: good stuff, bad stuff, and shit. Off you go.' You bastard, Shark. You bastard . I say that to myself as I trudge away.””
