Crappy Families, Regina Fong and the Australian Dreamboat by Paul Weston

Author:Paul Weston
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: coming of age, london 1980s, gay lesian fiction

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The following Saturday was a beautiful spring day. The light blue sky was a background for bright white clouds that didn’t threaten rain. All but one of the trees that lined Monks Way had erupted in voluptuous pink cherry blossom. A lone tree’s heavy white blossoms stood out daringly. Tony wondered how the local council’s tree planters could have made such a mistake. He was annoyed that the uniformity of pink blossoms was spoiled by this rebellious white intruder. The rebel tree stood in front a white 1930s flat-roofed house. Its huge windows were outlined in peppermint green, the same colour as its door. Ten houses on the opposite side of Monk’s Way were built in a similar art deco style. They gave way to more traditional red brick semi-detached homes that sat along the rest the street. Tony forgave these avant-garde houses their individuality because there was a group of them. He reluctantly admitted some of them were attractive, except for the black and white house with its barren front garden where the ‘witch’ lived. He, Rick and Sharon had always been too afraid to go trick or treating there at Halloween. They didn’t want their evening of blackmailing sweets spoiled by any unpleasantness.

Gary’s van was already parked across the street in front of the white-flowered tree. Gary was sitting impassively in the car, staring down the street. He does look very attractive, though Tony as he crossed the road. He walked in front of the car and waved at Gary. He saw Gary lean over to open the passenger door so it was already ajar when he pulled open the door and sat down with a cheery “Hello”.

“Hello”. Gary smiled broadly and moved his head towards Tony. Tony shot his head away. “I’m not comfortable being kissed by a man on my own street Tony!” Gary looked disappointed but didn’t insist.

“What will the neighbours think!” he said. Wow, he has a sense of humour, thought Tony.

“Sorry. I’m not even out to my parents. Are you?”

“Oh yeah”. Tony was surprised.

“How did they take it?”

“Really well.” That wasn’t enough drama for Tony.

“No shouting? No threats to kick you out?”

“No”.

“Oh. Well that’s really good. You’re really lucky”.

“I suppose”. Gary started the engine, put the van into first gear and drove down Monks Way.

“I’m sorry about last week. It wasn’t a good look. Believe it or not I don’t normally drink that much”.

“I could tell”. Tony looked at Gary and saw he had a small smile on his face.

“It was those Snakebites Shaun kept buying”. Gary’s smile disappeared at the mention of Shaun’s name.

They sat in silence as the van drove towards the North Circular. Tony was uncomfortable by the lack of talk. He didn’t know what Gary was thinking. He turned his head to see into the dark back of the van. It was empty.

“What do you keep in the back?”

“Tools”. Tony looked around again. Now he saw a dark grey canvas bag.

“You don’t need a van to carry those tools!”

“I’ve always wanted a van”.

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