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| Macho butch posturing |
As he snapped his phone
closed, he heard the alarm go off in the bedroom. Jeez, was it
already that time? They had to pick up Jason's grandmother at the
airport. He put the kettle on. If he didn't have tea before he left
to fetch Cody, he would feel like death warmed up later on. He went
through to the bedroom and switched on the light.
“Wake up you two.
Cody's in trouble.”
“What?” Jason shook
the sleep out of his head, like a dog.
Keith pulled the pillow
over his head. “Go 'way!” came the muffled instruction.
Luigi heartlessly grabbed
the pillow and threw it to the other side of the room. “Didja hear
what I said, Mrs Numpty? Cody's in trouble. And we have to
fetch Jace's nanna from the airport.”
“What?” Keith's eyes
were bleary and unfocussed.
“Up! Up! Up! Now!”
“Such a fuckin' butch
cock-sucker!” grumped Keith. “It's always the way,” he said to
Jason. “Ya fuck someone and nex' mornin' they're full a' macho
swagger.” To Luigi, he said, “Sure ya weren't a P.T. teacher in
a previous life, ya bleedin' drongo?”
“Yeah, and I'll make
you do twenty push-ups if you don't get up now!”
“The good-looking are
always the worst,” said Keith to Jason, as if they were alone in
the room. “Strut, swagger, show-off, macho butch posturing. Jeez,
worse than the fuckin' army! You'd think he was a fuckin' baby-maker
the way he's going' on!”
Jason was grinning.
“C'mon, slowcoach. We've got to fetch my gran.”
“Are you two deaf?
Cody's in trouble! The Mount Macedon murderer took him. We've got
to … I've got to go and fetch him.”
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