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| Brunswick St, by artist Linda Chase |
Centrelink allowed
student welfare recipients to earn a couple of hundred dollars a week before
the allowance was removed. So Esmé
started looking for a job. Luke had been
to The Lord Grey one evening,
returning as usual without a companion, and said to her,
“The café next
door to The Lord Grey is looking for
a waitress. Why don’t you apply?”
He himself hadn’t
found a job yet, but he wasn’t looking very hard. His parents supported him. He always seemed to have enough money. And she was always short.
She got the job,
to her surprise. She wore a long sleeved
shirt to the interview, so that the scars wouldn’t show. She was worried at first that she might meet
her parents there, but then she remembered that they would never visit
Brunswick Street. Her father, with his
BMW 4WD tank would never demean himself by coming to somewhere as louche and
counter-cultural as that. Gays! Immigrants!
Refugees! Poor people! Her father was vocal on the subjects of gays
and how perverted they were.
And that was where
she’d met Keith.
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