baggy jeans and tight black T-shirt, she made a âhumphâ sound and said, âThey are so last season.â
âTheyâre clothes,â I replied, ânot a team.â
She stood on her tippy-toes so she could look down on me. âRemember, Tony, a pretty girl like Ashleigh can change her mind just like that.â She clicked her fingers. âAnd a guy like you can ruin things in a thousand different ways. You want some advice?â
âNo,â I said, walking off.
Iâve decided that a fatherâson talk is what I need. I must be desperate.
âGo, mate, go!â My old manâs yelling at the TV.
âDad, can I ask you something?â
âSure, son. THIS REFâS BLIND!â
Dad takes his football seriously.
âDo you remember your first date with Mum?â
He looks away from the TV for a millisecond. âSure do, son. Took her to the pictures.â
âThe movies?â
âYeah. I looked pretty smooth back then, let me tell you.â
âWhat happened?â
âOh, thanks a lot. I know Iâve put on a few kilos and lost some hair butââ
âNo,â I interrupt. âI mean, what happened at the movies?â
âOh, right. Well, I did the old yawn trick on her. It worked a treat.â
âThe yawn trick? Whatâs that?â
âWell ⦠KICK THE BALL, YOU MUG! ⦠itâs quite simple, really. Iâll show you.â
Dad motions for me to sit beside him on the couch. âYou gotta wait till at least halfway through the show before you make your move, or else she might think youâre coming on too strong.â
Glad he told me that. I was going to make a move while we lined up to buy tickets.
âThen,â he continues, âyou let out a big yawn, like this.â Dad does what he says, leaning back and stretching out his arms. âYour left hand, it comes back to your side, okay? But your right one, it slowly slides across the sheilaâs seat. And then â¦â Dad taps my right shoulder. â⦠youâve got your arm around the girl, and all is right with the world. TACKLE HIM, YOU OVERPAID BUNCH OF PANSIES!â
âThanks, Dad,â I say, and I mean it. Itâs the first time in ages he has taught me something really useful.
I leave him to the footy and go practise my yawning.
*
Mum drives me to the movies. To make conversation, I remind her of her first date with Dad.
When I finish, she raises her eyebrows. âThe pictures, he said?â
âYeah,â I reply. âAnd I canât believe he did the old yawn trick on you, and it worked!â
I poke Mum in the ribs to share the joke. But for some reason sheâs not laughing. In fact, she doesnât look at all happy.
âWhatâs wrong, Mum?â
âYour father never took me to the pictures. We were supposed to go on a picnic for our first date but he showed up an hour late so we went for a walk instead. Then it started raining.â
âHe was probably talking about your second date then,â I suggest.
âNo. We didnât go to the movies until after we were engaged. Your dad never had enough money to take me.â
âOh â¦â
Mum grips the steering wheel like itâs someoneâs neck and sheâs trying to break it. âIf he ever took that floozy Fiona to the pictures and did the yawn trick on her, then so help me God â¦â
I wouldnât like to be Dad when Mum gets home. Itâs kind of a shame I wonât be there to see the fireworks.
We arrive at the plaza, but instead of dropping me off, Mum parks the car.
âWhat are you doing?â Thereâs a hint of panic in my voice.
âYou donât think Iâd let you go on a date with a girl Iâve never met, do you?â
âMum, no!â
âSorry, Tony. I either meet her or weâll turn around and drive home. Itâs that
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