Page 82 of Waiting for Ru
Liar.
Do you think I’m gay?
I suspect you are.
This craic is 90!
I had to look that up. I was worried.
I want to say I think we’ve done this arseways but you’re not going to understand, are you?
I don’t care. Sounds good to me.
I wish you were here.
What do you need doing?
Everything.
I wish I was there too.
It’s been a quare day. Five castrations.
I had to look that up too.
You don’t know what castration means? I’m sorry!!!! Are you traumatised?
Eejit. See, I know Irish too.
Ru, Newt and Leigh set off for the polo match on Saturday, Newt driving the Land Rover with Ru’s backpack in the back. Ru had had a brilliant week but he was excited to see Jasim again. They’d exchanged texts every day, and Ru’s heart had jumped every time he’d looked at his phone.
“I still can’t believe you drew that picture,” Newt said.
Ru had done a sketch of them both, sitting together in the garden, Leigh’s arm over Newt’s shoulder, as a thank you for letting him stay.
“We’re going to frame it,” Leigh said.
“And put it in the jacks?” Ru asked.
“Not the toilet no.” Newt laughed. “But if you do one of us naked, I’ll put that in there. Give me a huge dick though. I like realism.”
Leigh groaned.
“You managed to make Leigh look handsome.” Newt gave a heavy sigh. “So sometimes realism isn’t needed.”
Leigh growled and Ru laughed. “Heishandsome. You both are.”
“Ooooh,” Newt moaned. “He can cook, he can clean, he can draw, he can give compliments. Do you think—”
“No,” Leigh snapped. “Don’t even go there.”
“You are such a spoilsport.” Newt winked at Ru in the mirror.
Ru had no idea what they were talking about.
“You have no idea what we’re talking about, do you?” Newt asked.
“No.”
