permanent.
âI thought her father didnât like youâ¦â Edna began. Theyâd all heard Clydeâs accounts of the man he swore was a retired Fascisti.
âThe man loathes me,â Clyde groaned. âBut Rosieâs convinced heâll get used to me.â
âWell, you donât want that.â Miltonâs warning was in earnest. âOnce Martinelli gives you his blessing, itâs all over, mate.â
âLuckily, he hates the very idea of me.â Clydeâs mood lifted a little. âHeâll never let Rosie marry someone like me.â
âPerhaps you should ask for her hand before he changes his mind,â Milton suggested.
Rowland offered no advice, he had none to give. His friendâs love life had become inexplicably complex of late. It was not that Clyde wasnât devoted to Rosalina, but that he was not in a position to get married. Certainly not as an artist. And he was not ready to not be an artist, even for Rosalina. Rowland could have helped, would gladly have helped, if Clyde would allow him. But for reasons that were probably more than simple pride, Clyde would not hear of it.
Milton was less circumspect than Rowland. âBe sure to tell them youâre not hungry.â
âWhat?â Clyde demanded wearily.
Milton leaned in and outlined a plan. âAt dinner, claim youâre not hungry. Pick at a couple of things, but eat nothing. And screw up your face a lot.â He nodded confidently. âThen her mother will hate you as well. My granny cried once because I wouldnât have a second helping. They take it very personally.â
âI donât want to make Rosieâs mother cry.â
âItâs self-defence, comrade, just in case the old man has a change of heart.â
Clyde called the poet an idiot.
âPoor darling,â Edna said, rubbing Clydeâs arm. âIâm afraid I have another engagement as well, Rowly.â
âWhere are you off to?â Milton asked.
âIâm not really sure. Errolâs collecting me.â
âFlynn?â Clyde said. âYouâre stepping out with Flynn?â
âWell, yes?â
âYou realise heâs on Rowlyâs team?â Clyde threw his arms in the air. âIf we lose because you break the poor blighterâs heart, Edâ¦â
âOh for heavenâs sake, donât be absurd. I donât care about the race!â
They were still arguing when Milton and Rowland rose to leave.
Ernest Sinclair was ready when his uncleâs flamboyant motorcar pulled up. Half a dozen boys waiting to be collected for weekend visits stood in an orderly line at the designated collection point, just outside Central Station, after catching the train from Moss Vale. Ernest paused only to have his name signed off by an older boy before running to the yellow Mercedes.
Rowland stepped out and shook Ernestâs hand. âHow are you, Ernie?â
âIâm very well, thank you, Uncle Rowly. Oh hallo, Mr. Isaacs.â Ernest peered in through the window. âArenât you getting out of the car?â
âShould I?â
âNobody can see you in there, Mr. Isaacs.â
Slowly, Milton alighted, glancing questioningly at Rowland who was equally bewildered. The poet shook hands with Ernest and then they all climbed back into the car and set off.
âRighto, Ernie, why did Mr. Isaacs need to get out of the car?â Rowland asked when it became clear that Ernest was not about to volunteer the information.
âDigby Cossington Smytheâs never seen a real Communist up close. He gave me two shillings.â
Rowland smiled.
âI believe youâd best give me one of those shillings, Ernie,â Milton said looking back at the boy. âSince it seems that I am the means of production!â
Ernest fished a coin out of his pocket.
âIâm not sure you ought to be taking your classmateâs pocket
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