‘Hi, Linda.’
‘Tesky! Hi!’
‘I’ll be in Sydney in a week for four weeks.’
‘You want to know if I’m available,’ she says.
‘Hey, c’mon, you know it’s more than that.’
‘For the past four years, you’ve come home at Christmas and expected me to be your girlfriend for four weeks and then you disappear back up the coast to Ballina and I don’t hear from you for another…’
‘Oh, come on. I write to you.’
‘When you’re here you tell me you love me, and when I get a letter it’s, oh, we had this huge party and the dope crop is going really well and blah, blah, blah.’ And Linda hangs up and Tesky thinks it must be over.
He feels weird. He usually goes home to Sydney by bus and spends two days at Sharon’s (his mum) house. She’s cool; smokes weed, does Reiki and all that s**t. After that he’s always g
