‘Going home takes many forms, but it comes down to finding yourself.’
Love child: Tony D’Souza takes a fresh look at the parable of the prodigal
It’s always the quiet ones isn’t it? Like that old bloke at the back of the Meeting house. The one with a wry smile and a twinkle in his eye. You wouldn’t think he could knock the skin off a rice pudding, but when he was young he was a right tearaway. Racing motorbikes around town, chasing girls, getting drunk and doing goodness knows what else. He was lucky he did not do a stretch in the big house. You know, the cons’ finishing school. You wouldn’t know it to look at him now. Looks like butter wouldn’t – well, you know what I mean. But that was all a long time ago, long before he came to this town.
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