The Sum of Us Page #2

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Can't see why, though.

He's a good, honest lad, with a heart

as big as Western Australia.

And he's as much a friend as he is a son.

He's a good mate.

Mind you, he can be a

nightmare to live with.

Come on, your dinner's on the table.

- You didn't do the laundry.

- Sorry, I forgot.

- Well I need a pair of socks.

I can't go bloody barefoot.

- Well, whiz down to the shop and buy

yourself a pair of pantyhose.

- Ha, ha, ha.

Very funny.

Suppose I could wash a pair of

mine and dry 'em in the oven.

- Oh yeah, and the house

will reek of burnt nylon,

like it did last time.

Come and eat your dinner.

- Yeah, yeah, two ticks.

- I wouldn't want you getting

the wrong idea, though.

Two blokes living alone together.

It's only him.

I'm not that way inclined.

Regular lady's man, me.

Always have been.

When I was his age, I was

a right little rooter.

Rabbit, they called me.

'Till I met his mum, that is.

No more fooling around, after that.

I was faithful to her

from the day I met her.

Because I knew I was

one of the lucky ones.

I knew it was love.

- These jeans all right, or

should I wear the white ones?

- How many pairs of my

socks did you borrow?

I can almost see your religion.

- Yeah, well, if you've got it, show it.

- Haven't got that much to skite about.

- Well, Harry, size isn't everything!

It's what you do with it that counts.

- His mum always said that to me.

What's that for?

That's not spaghetti, you know.

- Don't wanna get my new shirt dirty.

- Have you actually met this young man?

Or is there some young fella

wandering around Sydney,

who doesn't know you're about

to happen to him tonight?

- We've said g'day a

few times, down the pub.

Ah!

Courting?

- No, Dad, not yet.

But you never know your

luck in a big city, though.

- Are you

sure about this, Mum?

- No, Jenny, I'm not sure at all.

- Do you want me to come in with you?

- No.

This is something I've got to do.

Now.

Hmm!

Wish me luck.

- Now just relax, Mrs. Johnson.

- Hmm!

- I'm going to show you several faces.

Now, I want you to just let them drift by,

but if you see one that catches your eye,

we can go back and have a second look.

- Oh, my God, sorry.

I'm a bit nervous.

- Oh, no need to be, dear.

You know, you've just

taken your first step,

towards finding your perfect partner.

Have a look.

- Oh!

Mmm.

Hmm!

- Yes.

I'll give the party a call.

Right, yes.

Thanks very much.

- You eating, or what?

Who was that?

- Man about a dog.

- What bloody dog?

- There's tomato sauce on it already.

Yeah, I know.

It needs more.

- Of course, some people

think it isn't very

good manners to read at the dinner table.

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