SMS. 6.38. Morning, I’m a little groggy this morn – Christian
SMS. 6.39. Oh miss, I won’t ask why. A brisk walk will fix that. I’m as fresh as a daisy – Tom
Mark and Luke,
Morning. hello. 11.11 Lovely day. Big smile.
Christian
Mark called me in tears about the boy they befriended in Vietnam. He’s very sad now with Mark and Luke gone. Mark feels such things so strongly.
SMS. 13.11. How about next Thu instead? – Kym
SMS. 14.03. Yes that would be marvellous – Christian
SMS. 15.09. Splendid, it’s a date then. Now, do I need 2 send u a wakeup call? – Kym
SMS. 15.12. Maybe – Christian
On the way home, just at Gertrude and X Streets, I got a teary phone call from Manny, “I’ve done something terrible!” He’d gambled away his pension, in its entirety, on the pokies. Could I lend him money?
Mum was cool at dinner. She’d transferred all the money that she’d transferred mistakenly the week before. Gill is closing mum’s bankbook and getting her to use a keycard. Nearly everything had been transferred over to her cheque account. But, Mum didn’t know how much money she had,
"I can't see it any more, as I don't have a book."
So, she transferred some, she transferred the lot back to her bank book, so she could see it.
“She did what?” said Gill through gritted teeth when I told her. Mum and I laughed at the fun.
Manny was horny and wanted me to go over there afterwards and Jill wanted me to go home for coffee. I slipped home quietly to bed, instead.
I couldn’t sleep thinking about the stuff ups at work. I got over it by plotting against them, writing the memo Beck and I are going to send to Evita tomorrow, in my head.
Late, I went over to Manny’s and fulfilled his wishes... my wishes… twice. He was half asleep, when I got there, answering his door in only his jocks. Grrrr! Slobber! He didn’t get to say much, as I pushed him backwards to his bed.
At 1am I started to send Beck a text. I got to Sydney… of fucking Sydney HR… at which point I shook my head and thought I was being stupid, or dramatic, or obsessed.
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