base. Does weird things to the water. Itâs only a small waterfall but itâs got a nasty kick.â
He realised how close he was to Mai, who was mesmerised by the turbulence. Her ear, her cheek, her eyes, her mouth â all so close to him and his beating heart. Mai slowly turned her face to his, placed her hand on the back of his neck and kissed him.
Later, they stood outside the grocery. Maiâs mother was near the door, working at the check-out.
âDid you finish your work?â she called.
âThe libraryâs just closed. Yes, Mum. Max helped me. Mum â This is Max.â
âPleased to meet you,â she replied, placing groceries in a bag. âIs she a good student?â
Max smiled. He could still feel Mai on his mouth. âOh yes. Sheâs an âAâ student.â He turned to Mai, barely sup-pressing a grin. âDonât you talk in Vietnamese?â
Mai whispered, âAll the time. But if Iâd said it in Vietnamese you wouldnât have known what I said. Thought you should know the lies I tell.â
He raised his eyebrows. Looked over at the mother and said goodbye-nice-to-meet-you. Then to Mai he said, âYou want to come paddling? I could take you up the river â you could meet Nick. Yeah, you could meet this old guy I know. Sometimes heâs a bit grumpy. Interested?â
âSure,â said Mai. âI donât know how good Iâll be, though. I might tip us over.â
âThatâs OK. You can always swim, canât you?â
14
M AX TIDIED HIS ROOM. Washed the dishes, dried them and put them away. He moved onto the lounge-room, picking up the papers, toys, mugs of cold coffee dregs, Daveâs bottle of whisky, a couple of jumpers, books and Woodyâs ant farm.
He was doing his homework when Dave came home with Woody, who had been playing at a mateâs place. They were peculiarly quiet as they walked up the front steps. Normally you could hear them laughing or Dave listening to Woody say something like: âYou know when youâre thinking something in your head and you think about it for so long that youâre not sure whether youâve been saying it out loud, so everybody can hear.â The kid was either mad or a mystic or both.
The key turned in the lock. Max kept his eyes on the books in front of him. Woody said a quiet hello, then headed straight for the television. He heard his father pouring himself a whisky. The fridge door shutting. The TV softer than usual. Daveâs footsteps treading up the hall to Maxâs bedroom.
âThanks for the clean-up, Max.â Dave sat down on the end of the bed, swirling his ice blocks, looking for something in the depths of his glass. âReally, mate, what in Godâs name have you been up to?â
Max half-turned, looking vacantly through his doorway at an Indian wall hanging that covered a few gaping cracks in the plaster.
âI get two calls today â at work! One I took straight away, because I thought something might have happened to you. Iâd just been involved with a particularly difficult birth, and I pick up the phone and itâs your principal ringing me at work to tell me our phoneâs out of order! Then he tells me about some assault on a railway policeman and about your ID card being found near where it all took place. Then the cops ring to say they wanted to check with me on your alibi. Your alibi? And, Max, when did you lose your bag? I didnât know anything about that.â
Max stared at the rug on the floor. Dave stared at Max.
âYou come home with a gash under your eye. Davidson tells me youâve been walking around school like a zombie. And tell me, Max.â Dave gulped down the rest of his drink. âWhat in Godâs name â I canât believe you did this: âAutumn leaves and ants. The tunnel waits for us all. Good luckâ. Whatâs that supposed to mean?â
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