“Me and Mum are going back to Queensland soon.” Pyran suddenly announced, as he and Tristram stared across the sea at Eastern Beach. As he did, he pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one up. He breathed it in deeply and then exhaled. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and the sun sparkled warmly in the green waves.
“When did you start smoking?” Tristram winced.
Pyran grunted. “A couple of years ago. Me and Warrick started about the same time. Don’t tell Mum, eh? Holly knows but she’s cool about it.”
“Why?” Tristram sighed.
Pyran sighed back. “Look man, I know it seems stupid to you – even stupid to me, but don’t lecture me about it, OK?”
Tristram nodded. “OK.”
“I have been smoking down here as well, but I’ve been keeping it from ya. Me, Ralph and Tim are all smoker
