Trevor was indeed cleaning
when Paul turned up. However, his need to
always make guests welcome took precedence, and Paul was ushered
into the kitchen.
“Would you like something
to eat? I was about to make myself something when you came
round.”
Paul didn’t think this was
true, but decided not to say anything. He wasn’t especially hungry
but he knew preparing food would make Trevor happy. “Okay, but
something light. Thommo convinced me to rejoin the cricket
team.”
“He apologised then?”
Trevor asked, cracking eggs into a mixing bowl.
“Uh, not exactly. Well, I
knew it was as close to an apology as I’d ever get out of him. And
‘cause I like playing, I decided to come back.”
“That’s good,” Trevor
nodded.
“You still bowl, don’t
you?”
“Uh, well, yes, but I was
planning to gi
