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Monday, 24 March 2014


The doorbell rang.

“That’ll be Graeme,” said Jason.  “He’s a little early.”

“Then,” said his grandmother firmly, “he won’t mind if I go and brush my hair and powder my nose.” 

Jason opened the door. 

It was Keith and Esmé.  They were smiling and carrying a bottle of wine.

“G’day!  Bonjour!”  Keith’s French was strongly accented with ocker.

“You stars!” cried Jason, grinning from ear to ear.  They were just what he needed to lift his melancholy.  “Guess who’s going to be here!”

“Tony Abbott?  Father Christmas?  Colby Keller?”

“Why not all of them together?  Could be fun.  No. Graeme.”


“You know, the guy I met at the beach.  The one you were all jealous of.”

Esmé grinned.  “Keith?  Jealous?”

“Oh, him,” said Keith off hand, pretending indifference. 

Jason ushered them inside.  “Yep.  Grandam and Eleanor are fans of Amantha Masterton.”

“What’s that got to do with it?” asked Esmé.

“He writes Amantha Masterton’s novels.””

“What?  Why didn’t you say?”  Esmé exclaimed. “They’re fantastic!”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“No, I’m sure.  I would have remembered.”

“He also writes super gay stories too.  He writes under another pseudonym there.”

“What one?” asked Keith.

Jason told him.  “Endeavour Lambano.”

“Waow!” said Keith.  His stuff is sao hot.  And romantic.”

Jason and Esmé both turned to look at him.

“What?” Jason snorted.  “Oi’m a romantic.  Not ashymed of that.”

“You’re gorgeous,” said Esmé, smiling at him.

“The best,” said Jason, ruffling Jason’s hair.

Keith coloured.  “Youse two!” he mumbled.

Each of the other two took one of Keith’s hands and escorted him through to sitting-room.

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