Chapter 11
John sat in a window seat in the cafeteria at the further education college in Newquay. He tried not to stare too often over at the classroom on the other side of the quadrangle, a classroom where Mitch and six or seven other people were having their first adult literacy lesson.
It had taken Mitch two weeks since his moonlit confession in the pub car park to raise the subject of maybe learning to read.
John launched himself at Mitch, right there on the beach as they took their now traditional afternoon walk. He kissed the man several times before realising he was making a fool of himself. But when Mitch started to kiss him back, their tongues duelling for dominance, any rational thoughts John might have had fled and gave way to pure emotion, and tears.
“I’m so proud of you,”
