The doorbell rang.
“That’ll be Graeme,” said Jason. “He’s a little early.”
“Then,” said his grandmother firmly,
“he won’t mind if I go and brush my hair and powder my nose.”
Jason opened the door.
It was Keith and Esmé. They were smiling and carrying a bottle of
wine.
“G’day! Bonjour!”
Keith’s French was strongly accented with ocker.
“You stars!” cried Jason, grinning
from ear to ear. They were just what he
needed to lift his melancholy. “Guess
who’s going to be here!”
“Tony Abbott? Father Christmas? Colby Keller?”
“Why not all of them together? Could be fun.
No. Graeme.”
“Who?”
“You know, the guy I met at the
beach. The one you were all jealous of.”
Esmé grinned. “Keith?
Jealous?”
“Oh, him,” said Keith off hand, pretending indifference.
Jason ushered them inside. “Yep.
Grandam and Eleanor are fans of Amantha Masterton.”
“What’s that got to do with it?” asked
Esmé.
“He writes Amantha Masterton’s
novels.””
“What?
Why didn’t you say?” Esmé
exclaimed. “They’re fantastic!”
“Didn’t I tell you?”
“No, I’m sure. I would have remembered.”
“He also writes super gay stories
too. He writes under another pseudonym
there.”
“What one?” asked Keith.
Jason told him. “Endeavour Lambano.”
“Waow!” said Keith. His stuff is sao hot. And romantic.”
Jason and Esmé both turned to look at
him.
“What?” Jason snorted. “Oi’m a romantic. Not ashymed of that.”
“You’re gorgeous,” said Esmé, smiling
at him.
“The best,” said Jason, ruffling
Jason’s hair.
Keith coloured. “Youse two!” he mumbled.
Each of the other two took one of
Keith’s hands and escorted him through to sitting-room.
Episodes 1 to 500 (without pictures, 20 episodes per chapter)
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