When Keith got back to the flat, Jason had already showered. “Borrowed some of your boxers, Key, and a T-shirt. I think maybe I should start keeping some gear here.”
Keith smiled. He was
happy at this sign of permanence. “Yeah. 'Course, I could start
coming to your place.”
“No. Not that I
wouldn't like that. But I don't want to wake Eleanor. She's an old
lady and if I bring you over, Bolt will go demented with excitement.
But you know, she invited me to bring my friends over any time. I
mean during the day or evening. And if I know gran she'll be very
interested to meet you. And both of them are totally cool about
gayness.”
Taking me home to meet
the family, thought Keith, and then had to stamp firmly on his
optimism. Give it time, he thought to himself. Que sera,
sera. But nothing would extinguish the flame of hope in his
heart.
“I made you tea and
toast, but maybe it's a bit cold by now.”
“Nah. Nao worries.
Lemme eat it and then I'll do my famous 5 minute shower and then
we'll head off.”
“It's only five minutes
if you don't wank, you know.”
“Then you'll have to
make it up to me afterwards.”
“Key! Get a
jizz on, mate!”
“Talking of jizz ...”
said Keith, leering suggestively at Jason.
“This calls for the
treatment,” said Jason in a stern voice. “Let me go and get the
cane!”
Keith squeaked and dived
into the shower. Jason threw the cold tea out and put on the kettle
to make some more.
As they drove towards the
Tullamarine freeway, Keith asked, “When the flight due, Jace?”
“In about half an hour.
But she's still got to go through customs and immigration after that
and I dunno how long that'll take. With me it took forever. But
she's travelling first class. Maybe they get swept through with a
smile on a magic red carpet.” And maybe, thought Jason with a
sudden frisson of horror, the computer will have alerted the
immigration people to exactly who she is and they really will do
that. He gave an involuntary groan.
“What?” asked Keith.
“Nothing.”
Keith shot him a quick
glance.
They parked in the
cavernous garage next to the airport just as the British Airways
flight from Kuala Lumpur was supposed to be landing. Locking the
car, they ran through to International Arrivals. There were
passengers pouring through from the exits from customs and
immigration, and Jason scanned the faces in vain for his grandmother.
“She won't be through
yet, Jace. Look, that board there shows that the flight's a few
minutes late. It's only just landed.”
“Good. I just want to
phone Lou and see if he's OK. He should be nearly there by now. He
said it would take him about 40 minutes.”
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