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Monday, April 25, 2011

Majorca Flats -- 106

Embarrassed, Jason cast around for a change of subject. He'd wondered how Graeme managed to do no apparent work, yet could afford a house like this in an expensive inner-city suburb.
This is a lovely house,”he said, attacking the subject obliquely.
Courtesy of Amantha Masterton.”
Who?” Jason immediately regretted his rudeness. “I mean, um, I've never heard of her. Sorry.”
Graeme's eyes were sparkling with amusement.
Jason felt a little foolish.
If you promise not to laugh ...”
I promise,” said Jason, beginning to smile too.
Hang on a tick. I'll be back in a moment.” Graeme got up and went inside. When he returned he was carrying a few books.
They were large paperbacks with glossy embossed covers and the titles in eighteenth century italic script. The author's name — in large gilt letters — was Amantha Masterton.
Jason looked as Graeme, enlightenment dawning.
Oh!” he said.
I'll just get the food, said Graeme, leaving Jason to inspect the books on his own, politely giving him time to make up his own mind and his own reactions in private.


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