Cody sniffed and
hiccupped all the way home, and Luigi noticed the tax driver’s eyes in the
mirror looking at them, judging and censorious.
He felt like shouting at the man, at abusing him. He didn’t give the driver a tip, though, and in
return the driver didn’t say goodbye but roared off in his taxi, making the
tires squeal.
Needless to say,
there was no space in Luigi’s cupboards for Cody’s clothes, but Luigi was sick
of half the stuff he had and he was glad to have a clean out.
Cody didn’t help,
but sat on the bed and then lay down with his face to the wall.
Luigi lay down
next to Cody and put his arms round him.
Cody remained unresponsive. Luigi
kissed his neck, but didn’t speak. He
was at a loss how to proceed. No matter
that Cody had hurt him, Luigi still loved him.
But Cody had been so damaged by the abduction and rapes, by the sinister
violence, by the close brush with a horrible death.
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