No worries, Mattie.” He’d remembered my name! “I’m hungry,” said Mattie. “G’day.” he said. We shared the packet of chips. Jeez. Sounds like an expensive cupboard or a food processor. I felt him come into me. But he doesn’t love me. I didn’t care. He was amazin’ly handsome, with thick curly brown hair bleached tan at the ends by salt and sun, pale blue eyes, a straight, thin aristocratic nose, the kind of chin which still looks good even when you get jowls, a dancer’s neck column, shoulders like Superman, and pecs to match. I swallowed some water and coughed. I sure as fuck wasn’t gonna get that with Gazza. Suddenly I was rugby-tackled from behind and went straight down onto the lawn. It was hot, lyin’ still in the sun. But you have a flat in Carlton, too?”
“Yeah.
