residence at Yarralumla,â said an elegant, almond-eyed journalist, âwhere, any minute now, the new Prime Minister, Gabrielle Brennan, is expected to be sworn in to her new role. At this stage, we are unsure who will take her position as Treasurer. Peter?â
âThanks, Anastasia,â said Peter, back in the studio. âDo we have any idea whether Prime Minister, sorry, former prime minister Hugh Patton will be standing again in his inner-Sydney seat at the next election?â
âAt this stage, Peter, we donât, but itâs highly unlikely that he would serve under his challenger and successor. This was a swift and seamless move on the part of Gabrielle Brennan and her co-conspirators. Very few people expected this day would come quite so quickly, if at all. Everybody is stunned. Peter?â
Peter pressed two fingers against his earpiece. âRight, thank you, Anastasia. Senior Political Correspondent Anastasia Ng there, live in Canberra. Weâre hearing now that Hugh Patton is going to doorstop on the steps of Old Parliament Houseââbingoââevoking vivid memories of the dismissal of Gough Whitlam in 1975. Weâll cross live to that press conference now, where Oscar Franklinââ yumââhas the latest. Oscar?â
Beryl arrived with my tea in a chipped Flintstones mug, interrupting my Oscar-related daydream.
âThanks.â I cleared my throat. âWhat happened to Whitlam?â
âWhat do you mean, love?â
âWell, why was he dismissed?â
âWhere are you from?â
âEngland.â
âOh, that makes sense. In a nutshell, the GG dissolved the House of Reps and the Senate and put Fraser in as caretaker. Itâd be like the Queen sacking your PM.â
âWhatâs the significance of Old Parliament House?â
âWhyâs that?â
âBecause Patton is about to do a doorstop there.â I hoped I had used the term correctly.
âShit, thatâs dramatic.â
âI should just go,â I said, grasping the significance of the event.
Beryl shook her head. âLuke wants you to stick around, if youâre interested.â
Hugh Patton stood on a flight of white steps. He was emotional, supported by his wife, her hand firmly on his back.
âLadies and gentleman, people of Australiaâthey say thirteen is an unlucky number. For my colleagues, my staff, my family and me these thirteen years have been the luckiest of our lives. We have been lucky enough to serve this countryâto serve you.
âWeâve made some changes in health, defence, tax and education. Weâve been a force for good and, of that, I am proud.
âSadly, someone else got lucky today. I wish her and her teamâmy partyâwell. I bear no resentment. No animosity. Because the fact remains I will always have those thirteen lucky years and that is thanks to them.
âNow, Iâm going to spend some time with my familyâ if theyâll have me.â His lip quivered, then his wifeâs grip spurred him on. âTo my constituents in Sydney, I hope youâll understand that this makes it difficult for me to continue to serve you well.
âThank you to everyone who supported me and everyone who didnât but put up with me anyway.â
Journalists laughed.
âGod bless,â he said and walked with his wife down the steps, into a waiting car and away from his career.
Oscar Franklin broke the silence. âAnd that was the man of the moment, Hugh Patton, soon to be former prime minister of Australia. Itâs a solemn moment here at Old Parliament Houseânone of us quite knows what to say. Peter?â
âWell, donât, Oscar,â said Luke behind me.
âLuke.â I stood to greet him.
âHi.â His phone rang. âListen, mate,â he said into his BlackBerry, âI know itâs a big ask, but I need you lot to pull your finger out