The Sum of Us Page #5

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but a bit flighty.

Training to be a Qantas

steward or something.

And after about three months,

he just moved on to greener pastures, and,

it just about broke Jeff's heart.

- It's true. Grandma was a dyke.

Well, lesbian.

I used to go and stay down

there for my holidays, you know.

They were the best times.

Just a little brick-and-tile

down by the Hawkesbury.

Nothing flash, but clean.

Gran was always polishing every bit

of woodwork in the house.

So you'd get up in the

morning and there'd be

this wonderful smell of lavender floor

polish, all over the place.

- Good night.

- That reminds me of a funny story.

Suppose it's a bit off.

I was there, once.

Some of my cousins were staying, too.

So I had to sleep in the spare bed

in Gran's room, you know.

I remember, I could see it so clearly.

Waking up that first morning,

Looking across to Gran's

big old double bed,

And there were Gran and Mary.

Tucked up in bed, wrapped

up in each other's arms.

Gran was snoring, I remember.

I lay there looking at

them for such a long time.

Just looked natural somehow, you know?

Like the most natural thing I'd ever seen.

Like love.

- Hello?

- Joyce Johnson?

- No. No, I'll Just get her.

Mum, it's for you.

- Hello?

- Ah, look, you don't know me, um,

but my name's Harry Mitchell,

and I got your name from

Desiree's Introduction Agency.

- Oh, yeah. Mr. Mitchell,

Pleased to meet you.

- Please. Call me Harry.

- Of course. I'm sorry. Harry.

But...

Look, it's all right...

- It's the first time I've

done this sort of thing, too.

- Oh, you mean, um, you don't use

Desiree's on a regular basis?

- No.

No, nothing like that.

Um...

No, I'm interested in

a serious relationship,

and the most important thing

to me is companionship.

Uh, I was thinking that we

should, uh, meet, have a meal,

you know, somewhere, uh, quiet, classy.

I happen to be a member of

the Rozelle Leagues Club.

- Isn't that a bit rowdy?

Well, they, um, you know, have a very nice

dining room, actually,

and there's dancing.

Proper dancing.

Well, but if, you know, you'd prefer a

movie or races or whatever...

- No, no, no, no. I'd like

to have dinner at your club.

- You would?

- Mmm.

- Oh, that's very nice, Joyce.

Well, then I'll pick you up on Saturday,

say half past 12?

- Yeah. Or I could meet you

there, if you like, Harry?

- No, no, no, no. It would be my pleasure.

Um, I'm looking forward to it, I promise.

- Me, too.

- So, 'till Saturday, then.

- Bye.

- Bye, then.

- G'day, Baxter.

- Hi, George.

That's better. Couldn't

hear myself think in there.

Cheers.

- Yeah, cheers.

Baxter?

- Oh, it's a joke. The

footy team, you know.

Backs to the wall, boys, here comes Jeff.

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