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When Helen and Luke got home, Kevin, Judy and Ken were sitting in the lounge room, engrossed in their individual activities. Judy was knitting furiously. Ken was sitting rigidly in the reclining chair watching a football game, and Kevin was reading a book, occasionally looking up to yell at the players on the television.

"Oh, what kind of pass was that?" he yelled loudly as Helen and Luke entered the house.

"Oh, hey mum, Luke," said Kevin, before falling back into his book.

Luke would have laughed at the scene normally. He knew Kevin had taken up reading, but he had never seen him in action. Years ago, when they were just teens, Kevin would have laughed at Luke for doing the very same thing. Now, however, he wasn't in a laughing mood. Helen still hadn't said anything more to him about the gambling.

They entered the kitchen with bags piled up in their arms. "Mum, I'm sorry," said Luke softly.

Helen looked at him. "Did you move to Arcadia for money?" she asked stonily.

Luke shook his head.

"But that's why you moved to New York, am I right?"

Luke looked away, and nodded.

Helen walked over to her son and gave him a big hug. "As long as you didn't expect that your father and I would pay for your mistake, I am prepared to help," she said compassionately. She was beginning to feel sorry for her son. Kevin and Joan had stuffed up more times than him, but Helen had always readily forgiven them. She guessed she was so angry at Luke because he was meant to be the roll model child. So he made a little mistake, now that the Girardi's were back together, Helen felt that they could solve any problem.

"So what about all that money you said you won when you first started betting?" she asked.

"Well, I used it for my university fees, and to bet some more," he said shamefully.

"Well at least you didn't blow it on something stupid," she said thoughtfully.

At that moment, Kevin rolled into the kitchen with his book in his lap. He put the book on the kitchen bench, face down to mark his page.

"Blow what on what?" he asked.

"Never mind," said Luke.

"Okay then. Hey did you buy some peanut butter? I am craving a peanut butter and honey sandwich!"

Helen passed him the large bottle of peanut butter, and Kevin set to making his sandwich.

"So what did you get for the barbeque?" he asked with his mouth full of bread.

"Well, we got sausages, steak, chicken wings…" said Luke, but Kevin's attention was reverted to his mother who was staring at the book he was reading earlier. She had a look of comprehension on her face.

"What a coincidence..." she muttered, not taking her eyes off the book for a second.

"What?" asked Kevin impatiently. Helen picked up the book and studied its cover.

"Hey," shouted Kevin, "you lost my page!"

"Where did you get this book?" she asked.

Kevin looked annoyed but answered anyway.

"Umm, that one was from my therapist. It's about…" he stopped to take the book out of his mothers hands and read the blurb, "'the effects of drugs, alcohol and other addictives on the wider community, and successful modern techniques to stop these habits.' Well that's what the author, Dr. H. K. Whitehouse says. She's meant to be some local writer. See, I'm giving up smoking," he finished rather proudly. "Why, have you read it?"

"What? No. It's just quite amazing. Dr. H. K. Whitehouse is just a pen name…"

"What that's not amazing," said Kevin, "I used to use a pen name for the newspaper, remember?"

Helen ignored Kevin, and instead turned to Luke. "I know how to solve your problem," she said excitedly.

"What problem?" asked Kevin.

He was ignored again, and Helen continued. "Dr. H. K. Whitehouse is the pen name of…Grace Polk!"

She didn't get the reaction she had hoped for. Kevin just popped the last bit of sandwich in his mouth and chewed furiously. Luke looked a little hurt almost, but didn't do anything.

"How's that going to help me?" he asked quizzically.

Helen didn't answer Luke directly, but instead said, "I think we should have her over for the barbeque…"

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