It was lap-tops at twenty paces, as we all sat around the coffee table tapping away at each of our lap-tops. The sun streamed in the windows. Tom's last music compilation playing.
Perry came over in the middle of it all and we drank coffee and smoked pot. We talked about Tom, did the post mortem on the funeral and thought Tom would have been pleased.
It's still weird to even have those thoughts. He still seems so alive. I can still picture him standing right there.
Matt's mobile has Googie Gomez, from the Ritz, as ring tones.
You don't think I know what goes on in here? All you men going boo, boo, boo...
And Chris going, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
It makes me laugh.
It went off several times while we chatted.
Tom's coffin wasn't environmentally friendly, but was made from the best quality, non-renewable rain forest timber, according to Perry. Tom's favourite Tamarama sunset shrink-wrapped onto the wood. It had been open for people to view, at the very beginning. But I didn't look, I was too frightened to go behind that curtain. Well, not frightened, as such, but wanting to remember his living face. Apparently, everybody else looked.
David kept pushing his lap-top away and exclaiming, "Isn't it great that we are all working together." Then he'd promptly get up and wander off.
Matt, Shane and I rolled our eyes at each other, smiled and kept working.
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