Good Guys Don t Hit Women
Nursing a black eye – black from bruising – Darcy Treadwell grinned at the teasing he received on entering the bar on the waterfront of the tiny coastal village of Kauri Bay. The usual comment was ‘Cor, your wife hit you?’ One variation was, ‘Your mother-in-law hit you?’ Neither was correct, Darcy had walked into the doorway of the cabin on his fishing boat, and anyone looking closely above his eye would see that the crease of the door jam extended it line up into his hairline. A creaming...