Deceiving
April ... continued
All men sipped largely from their beer. Bill lit a Marlboro, Frank still
rolling his, filter in mouth, jug cramped under one arm, a studied approach,
his brows fiercely knitted.
'Ever
catch the cunt, I'll knock his cock off', as the words finished Michael
had to chuckle, partly at the unintended rhyme, mostly at the fact that
he was full of shit.
'Aye,
it's a tough one', Frank contemplated. Doug nodded. His head down, eyeballing
his glass, both hands around the small beer-bowl.
'Where
is she now?' Bill wondered aloud, almost as if to himself, more so than
a direct question to Mike.
'Back
in Tauranga'. Mike spoke in words that suggested he would say all that
was necessary. Nothing more. 'With her mother. Receptionist at one of
the schools'
'Primary
or secondary', Doug queried pointlessly.
'O
piss off', Frank enunciated quite clearly, showing his embarrassment
-- again -- for Doug Sanders' stupidity.
'Fucking
primary', Mike spat. 'Why, - you thinking of going there?' He spoke
more to mock, but it still came across as sounding bitter.
'Probably
do 'im good to repeat standard 3', Bill introduced, and all had a good
chuckle at Doug's expense. Michael himself, momentarily forgetting the
bitter pain he was trying -- unsuccessfully -- to pub-proclaim.
'Still,
life's a bitch and then you marry one. Eh?' Frank's comment, probably
quite inappropriate, but pathetically chauvinistic enough to be taken
lightly. Still, Mike only nodded, as if in firm agreement, then, breaking
a short silence and proving himself legitimate in bitterness, he quietly
offered, 'I do, ya know, still love her. I am, ya know, F'd off for
a reason, selfish or not. I fucking loved her. All you guys know that.
You're me fucking mates -- you oughta fucking know it!'
Bill
lifted his arm around and propped it up on and across Mike's shoulders.
His other arm, still on the table, glass still in hand.
'We
know', Bill, Frank and Doug all offered. Each of them (even Sanders)
knowing that it meant little more than about 5/8's of fuck-all.
10pm
and the call came for last round. Drink up. Bates, Sanders, Adams and
-- Frank -- were the only four there. The pool cues lay neglected to
their left. Standing at almost the same time, all four raised their
glasses to consume all and Doug surprised everyone with the weak toast:
'to friendship'.
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