unfastening it, he rummaged through. Ah ha! He removed the plastic vial. As he did so he saw a green banded document tucked into a side pocket. Must be the will! Trying to unfold it with one hand, he dropped the bag and the vial. Little pink pills spilled across the floor. Shit! He was on his knees feverishly gathering them up when the phone rang outside the bedroom door. He heard his mother shuffle across the lounge room.
âIâll go, dear.â
Oh God.
He scooped as many pills as he could into the bottle and flicked the rest under the bed. Moving with lightning speed he tucked the will back and replaced the bag on the chair. His mother opened the door.
âFor you, Carl, a young lady.â
âOK, thanks, Mother.â
He could feel sweat trickling down his back. Jesus! That was close. As she turned, he slipped the pills into her bag and went to the phone. It was Sophie.
âHi, Sophie. I didnât think youâd ring.â
âHi, Cookie. I rang this morning. Your mum answered. She said sheâd tell you.â
âOh, right, yeahâ¦um, where are you?â
âIâm at my Auntie Marthaâs looking after my cousin Con. Whatâre you doinâ?â
âNothing much. Sitting round thinking about you.â
âOh yeah?â
âNo, really. Listen, what are you doing later on?â
âI got to take Con to the movies soon. Itâs school holidays you know, and Auntie Marthaâs at work. She works at Kmart.â
âWell, I might come, OK? What are you going to?â
â Alien BattleStar âyou donât want to see that, do you?â
âYeah, sure. Itâs a kidsâ film, is it? I donât mind. Hey, donât you want me to come?â
âYeah, if you want to.â
âWhat time then?â
âTwo fifteen. You know where?â
âIâll find it. Ahâ¦Can I meet you inside? In the foyer, I mean.â
âYeah, OK, Cookie. Iâll see you there.â
âAnd Sophie, please donât call me Cookie, huh?â
âOK. See you.â
He put the phone down, doing a little dance step of delight. Hey, what about that!
His mother came back with a cup of tea.
âDid you want one, dear?â
âNo, Mother. Hey, why didnât you tell me Sophie rang?â
âIt must have slipped my mind, but I donât really think you should be carrying on with other girls when youâre still married to poor Prue. Your divorce isnât through yet, you know, which reminds me, I want to speak to you about that.â
âOh Mother! Thatâs just a girl from work. She was ringing to tell me about last night.â Thank Christ the old bag is a bit deaf.
âYes, well, she sounds very common, Carl. Not like dear Prue. She sounds foreign. Is she Italian or something?â
âNo, Mother, sheâs Australian. Well, Greek-Australian, and listen, I donât really want to talk about Prue. She wonât let me see Lilly, you know.â And dear Prue licks cuntsâIâd love to tell you about that, you old bag.
âWhat time is it? Ah, listen, Mother. I just remembered, I have to go into the city. I promised to meet someone.â
âWho, dear?â She looked at him suspiciously.
âAh⦠Dave. Yeah, I fixed it up ages ago.â
âThat awful Dave. Oh Carl, I thought you had given him up.â
âJesus, Mother, come on. Heâs a respectable married man now. Heâs got three little kids and a wife and everything.â
âYes, Carl, and I remember he used to get you into so much troubleâis he still a communist?â
âNo, no, Mother. He always asks after youâumâ¦Iâll just get your flowers and then I better have a shower and get changed.â
Carl scurried outside, grabbed a piece of foliage from the nearest tree, and, hurrying into his motherâs bedroom, shoved the spiny mass into a vase. He looked round furtively