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Authors: Claire Davis, Al Stewart
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food.”
“Oh. Didn’t your friends ever pay you back for all that money you lent them for rent?”
“Nope. Sore point, actually.”
“But you get paid for the art classes at the shelter now, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do. I’m so lucky Mike gave that session to me. But I’m saving that money up for Christmas presents.”
Tork kissed him. “Remember what I said? You’re only allowed to spend ten pounds on me at Christmas.” He smiled cheekily at Adam, who glowered back. “There is a thrift store you might like to visit.”
Adam groaned and pulled his pillow over his head. Tork slipped the grubby leaflet in his pocket.
* * *
The college tour took a couple of hours, because Adam wanted to show Tork every building where he would attend lectures in January. Tork still couldn’t believe it was real, but the warm hand holding his was solid enough to keep him from worries.
“I can show you again, before you start. And I’ll just be around the corner to help if you need me.” Adam beamed. “I’ll draw you a map.”
“Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you,” Tork said seriously, meaning every word.
“You’re going to meet your dad again now? Want me to come?”
They had met a few times. The first visit was so difficult, but now at least they were able to look each other in the eye. He hadn’t yet met Dad’s wife or her children, but one step at a time.
“No, you’d better get to your lectures. It’s just a coffee. I’ll call you after, OK?”
Adam pulled him into an alleyway to kiss him goodbye.
Chapter Ten
Adam
It was bloody freezing. The stall was outside the shelter, in front of the cathedral. They’d worked around the clock, trying to get it all ready for the December shoppers. Their origami models were spread out, each one a tiny masterpiece. Tork had showed the art class how to make a few simple designs, but then the class got inspired. Now they had everything from cats to a Christmas tree. Some of them even had little lights inside.
“You warm enough?” he said to Tork, who was fiddling with the models.
“No. Are you?”
“No, I’m freezing my tits off.”
They giggled together.
“I wonder how much money we’ll make. Mike says they’re shorter than ever on cash for this year’s Christmas dinner. Not too many people donating anymore. I hope we make enough to buy them a big, fat turkey. Remember last Christmas?”
Tork nodded. “I do. But Mike says we’re not allowed to help this year. Adam! People are coming over! Put your best smile on.”
They had a flurry of sales, with lots of shoppers charmed by the little models. The cash in their box began to grow.
By lunchtime, they had sold all their first models and were on to the next. Adam loved having a chance to show off in front of Tork, showing people how the models were made and telling them where all the money went. He felt Tork watching, and glowed inside.
“Well done, this looks great. Adam, I’m so proud of you.”
Adam nearly dropped his coffee in shock when he saw his own parents standing there. He’d told them about the stall, but he hadn’t expected them to drive the forty miles to see him.
“Hello,” he said, going all hot and cold as his mum came around the back to kiss him. “And you must be Tork. Nice to meet you,” Mum said, leaning forward to kiss Tork too. “We’re Adam’s parents.”
“Lovely to meet you,” Tork said, shaking Dad’s hand.
“This is just wonderful! All those poor people having to live on the streets in this cold. You did all this to help them?” Mum hugged Adam again, and a fog of surreal happiness and her perfume engulfed him. He nodded, tongue-tied.
“Here, let me put something in your tin,” Dad said. “And we’d like to buy a few of these little decorations. Had no idea, Adam, really. You made it sound like it was nothing, and look at you both, standing here doing all this work! Well done.” Dad hugged him and patted him on the back.
“Oh. Didn’t your friends ever pay you back for all that money you lent them for rent?”
“Nope. Sore point, actually.”
“But you get paid for the art classes at the shelter now, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do. I’m so lucky Mike gave that session to me. But I’m saving that money up for Christmas presents.”
Tork kissed him. “Remember what I said? You’re only allowed to spend ten pounds on me at Christmas.” He smiled cheekily at Adam, who glowered back. “There is a thrift store you might like to visit.”
Adam groaned and pulled his pillow over his head. Tork slipped the grubby leaflet in his pocket.
* * *
The college tour took a couple of hours, because Adam wanted to show Tork every building where he would attend lectures in January. Tork still couldn’t believe it was real, but the warm hand holding his was solid enough to keep him from worries.
“I can show you again, before you start. And I’ll just be around the corner to help if you need me.” Adam beamed. “I’ll draw you a map.”
“Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you,” Tork said seriously, meaning every word.
“You’re going to meet your dad again now? Want me to come?”
They had met a few times. The first visit was so difficult, but now at least they were able to look each other in the eye. He hadn’t yet met Dad’s wife or her children, but one step at a time.
“No, you’d better get to your lectures. It’s just a coffee. I’ll call you after, OK?”
Adam pulled him into an alleyway to kiss him goodbye.
Chapter Ten
Adam
It was bloody freezing. The stall was outside the shelter, in front of the cathedral. They’d worked around the clock, trying to get it all ready for the December shoppers. Their origami models were spread out, each one a tiny masterpiece. Tork had showed the art class how to make a few simple designs, but then the class got inspired. Now they had everything from cats to a Christmas tree. Some of them even had little lights inside.
“You warm enough?” he said to Tork, who was fiddling with the models.
“No. Are you?”
“No, I’m freezing my tits off.”
They giggled together.
“I wonder how much money we’ll make. Mike says they’re shorter than ever on cash for this year’s Christmas dinner. Not too many people donating anymore. I hope we make enough to buy them a big, fat turkey. Remember last Christmas?”
Tork nodded. “I do. But Mike says we’re not allowed to help this year. Adam! People are coming over! Put your best smile on.”
They had a flurry of sales, with lots of shoppers charmed by the little models. The cash in their box began to grow.
By lunchtime, they had sold all their first models and were on to the next. Adam loved having a chance to show off in front of Tork, showing people how the models were made and telling them where all the money went. He felt Tork watching, and glowed inside.
“Well done, this looks great. Adam, I’m so proud of you.”
Adam nearly dropped his coffee in shock when he saw his own parents standing there. He’d told them about the stall, but he hadn’t expected them to drive the forty miles to see him.
“Hello,” he said, going all hot and cold as his mum came around the back to kiss him. “And you must be Tork. Nice to meet you,” Mum said, leaning forward to kiss Tork too. “We’re Adam’s parents.”
“Lovely to meet you,” Tork said, shaking Dad’s hand.
“This is just wonderful! All those poor people having to live on the streets in this cold. You did all this to help them?” Mum hugged Adam again, and a fog of surreal happiness and her perfume engulfed him. He nodded, tongue-tied.
“Here, let me put something in your tin,” Dad said. “And we’d like to buy a few of these little decorations. Had no idea, Adam, really. You made it sound like it was nothing, and look at you both, standing here doing all this work! Well done.” Dad hugged him and patted him on the back.
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