Thursday, 8 November 2007

VIII

Colin had to stay in hospital for a week, and even afterwards couldn't move about easily with a cast like that. His parents therefore insisted he stayed with them, an offer he felt he couldn't refuse. But that he regretted as soon as he arrived at their house.

- why was he there?
- who is he?

They spat it out. Like chameleon tongues the words left their foaming mouths.

- his name is Tom. I think I'm in love with him.

Whereupon his dinner plate was handed him so brusquely it fell into his lap and had his mother been anywhere near a decent cook he would have had severe burns. As it was, the lukewarm meal lay basking in his lap without creating much more than a nuisance.

- Colin, to your room. Now!

He couldn't believe he was hearing correctly, but was happy enough to leave them.

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