This is a bit more detailed account of my meeting with Henry and Maria.

I wrote this final chapter some years after the event of the Great Bookie Robbery Catastrophe, but at least it brings things to a close and with any luck I can get on with my life.

When I was discharged from the Army I wasn’t in the greatest condition emotionally. I went to live with my parents in the Dandenong Ranges and to keep myself occupied I opened a small bookshop and tried to forget the whole affair. 

It was a nice little shop although I didn’t sell many books. I spent most of my time making coffee for anyone who dropped in. This wasn’t a sales gimmick – I just liked an excuse to sit and talk with anyone who would sit and talk back to me.

But one day the whole thing changed.

I…