Fifteen -Transit
I make for my room to work on Xerxes. Theromance of Persia is the furthest thing from my mind. I wonder howI will cobble together enough of a coherent argument to completethe assignment.
Have to do it tonight at the hostel.
The phone rings. Mum answers it.
Wonder if it’s for me? Who was it yesterday?He wouldn’t dare.
‘Hello dear. Are you allright?’ I hear the rustle of cellophane paper and know she hasopened a new packet of Garrick.
‘Sorry dear. Just aminute.’ The cigarette lighter clicks. A trip to Persia isinterrupted yet again. I think I will suggest a note be written formy Ancient History teacher. Who should write it? What will theywrite?
Sorry Ross couldn’t finish his assignment onXerxes but his brother is a homosexual.
The word still makes me shudder. Self-ta
