Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2006 21:02:49 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Me <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Luke 2

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Luke: Chapter 2


This Friday night was different. When Luke got home, the front door was
open so he climbed the steps instead of going through the tunnel that led
by the cellars to the back garden. A large suitcase they normally only used
when they went on holiday was sitting in the hall. He walked through to the
kitchen and looked out into the garden, but his mum was nowhere to be seen.
He checked the family room and then finally the front Lounge. Normally this
room was reserved for holiday celebrations and special visitors. His mum
sat there with his step dad, talking quietly. With the heavy oak door
closed and distracted by their conversation, they had not heard him come
home, but as the door swung open they both stopped speaking. Luke's mum had
been crying. Her eyes were red and she was wringing one of her lacy hankies
in her hands.  Luke stopped, trying to guess what was going on, but he
wasn't sure and didn't know what to say. It really upset him to see his mum
crying. James saw the confused look draw wrinkles in the boy's forehead. He
stood and walked over to Luke and guided him to sit on the couch beside his
mother.

"Luke," James sounded very serious and Luke wondered if he had done
something wrong and was about to get told off. It must have been something
very bad, but he couldn't remember doing anything bad. "Luke, you
grandmother, your mum's mum, is very poorly and I'm going to take your mum
over there for a while so she can look after her. I'm staying there for the
weekend and I'll be back on Monday, so you'll be staying at Evan's till
Monday and Monday night after school you'll go back there and I'll pick you
up when I finish work. Sue said she'd love to have you for the weekend and
she was sure Evan would be pleased too. Is that Ok?"

"What's wrong with Grama' Pat?" Luke's eyes glazed with tears.  "We don't
know for sure. She went into hospital for some tests and is coming home
today, but the hospital says she will need looking after till she has an
operation. We'll know more once we have been to see her. I am sure she will
be Ok, or they wouldn't have let her go home."  "How long are you going
for, mum?"  As she spoke, for the first time, her voice croaked with
emotion, "I don't know, dear.  Not for too long, I hope. You'll be fine
here with James though and you'll be able to go to Evan's after school each
day, 'til James picks you up." She hugged her son, as much to comfort
herself as to reassure him. They went into the hall where James lifted the
big case. Luke saw a smaller bag he hadn't noticed before, packed with his
own overnight things and a few clean clothes. They all climbed into James'
car and he drove the few streets down to Evan's terraced home.

Sue heard the car doors and went out to meet them. She hugged Luke's mum
and then they all went inside, into the front lounge. It was the first time
Luke had been in Evan's front room. Most homes had large kitchens or
kitchen-diners and that was where people spent most of their time. The
front Lounge was only used on special occasions. Sue served tea and Luke
and Evan sat on their best behaviour. Everyone was very serious and the
atmosphere had rubbed off on both boys. Finally, Helen and James left. Sue
and the boys watched the car turn at the end of the street and then went
back indoors. Luke was still in his school clothes, so Sue's first
instruction was that he should go up to Evan's room, unpack his things and
get changed. Evan's room was quite small compared to his own. There was
Evan's bed, a chest of drawers, and a single wardrobe and under the bed
were two large pine boxes on rollers that contained all Evan's toys. Evan's
dad insisted that everything went back into the boxes each night before he
went to bed and Evan had received a few smacks for not complying.

Luke removed his grey school trousers and jumper. His white shirt was not
as white as it had been that morning. That afternoon they had all painted
their memories of a school trip to Chester Zoo. Luke had lion mane yellow
all over his cuffs and parrot green on his collar, although he couldn't
remember how that got there. Standing in his grey socks, white briefs and
vest, he pulled his play jeans and a tee shirt from his overnight bag.
Just at that moment, Evan burst into the room to find out what was taking
so long. He dived at Luke and both boys fell laughing onto the bed. They
play fought and rolled around, eventually standing and using the old bed as
a trampoline.  Sue shouted up the stairs, but the boys were making so much
noise they didn't hear her. She climbed the stairs and stormed into the
room, but an even-tempered person by nature, Sue was soon playing with the
boys rather than disciplining them. Both boys were extremely ticklish and
this gave her an unfair advantage over them.  After ten minutes, with a
head under each arm, she had wrestled the boys down and held them both till
they stopped resisting.

"Right, you two, Luke, finish getting changed and then you can both go out
and play and get from under my feet 'til your dinners' are ready."

Luke pulled on his jeans and tee shirt, pulled out his play shoes and
slipped them on without even undoing the laces. The boys tore down the
stairs, leaping the last five down into the hall. They tore out into the
street and down to the playground at the end. They swung on the swings,
climbed on the climbing frame, spun on the roundabout and made each other
bounce out of their seats on the seesaw. They hid behind trees, rolled in
the grass and played soldiers in the bushes. Time lasts forever when you
are a child and Luke's grandmother's illness was far from his mind. They
avoided a group of older children, who had descended on the playground and
were now holding court around the swings, by becoming spies, hiding again
in the bushes and behind trees, spying on the enemy, the other children. As
bright afternoon sun turned to hazy evening, Luke checked his watch, a
birthday present, to see if it was time to go in yet. They had 15 minutes
left and they decided to start walking back slowly.

They passed No. 13 where Mrs Hazel lived, a batty old woman who had a dozen
cats.  All the kids said she was a witch and most even crossed over the
road and walked on the other side so as not to go too close. But that meant
passing No.12. That was Mr Haddon. He had lived alone since he wife died,
though none of the children could remember her. He was a bit creepy and
shouted out his window at anyone who went near his house. No. 9 was Mrs
Kent. Her son was in the army, but made time for the neighbours' kids
whenever he was home on leave and sometimes went drinking with Evan's
dad. No. 5 was Evan's and as they approached they could hear Evan's parents
arguing inside.  "That happens a lot now."  "Why? What are they arguing
about?"  "Sometimes it's me, but mostly it's about money."  "So what d'we
do?"  "Well, we can wait and get into trouble for being late, or..."
"What?"  "Or we can go in and get shouted at for interrupting."

They sat on the doorstep for a few minutes, waiting for the voices inside
to subside.  When it was obvious they weren't going to, Evan decided they
should just go in and brave it. After all, perhaps dad wouldn't be so loud
once he saw that Luke was there too. They closed the door behind them as
quietly as they could and walked through into the kitchen. Both adults
stopped shouting and looked at the boys.

"Right, well." Sue looked flushed, but busied herself setting the table for
dinner. "Sit down boys and I'll serve dinner. Are you joining us, Joe, or
going to the pub again?"  She stared at her husband until he too sat down
at the table. He was not a happy man.  He still looked as if he could
explode at any moment. When Luke had been before, he knew things were not
good and sensed a tension, but this was so different. Joe's face was red
and his fists clenched, one each side of his dinner plate. He looked at
both boys and then back at his wife. She had turned to the stove and
started dishing out their dinner, beef stew and potatoes. There seemed to
be a lot more potatoes than beef though. Luke really liked the big flour
dumplings that Sue made. They were soaked in the gravy and were very
filling.

After an almost silent dinner, the boys went up to Evan's room and played
for a while till Sue said it was time for their baths. Although they went
into the bathroom together, they normally bathed separately. One sitting on
the closed toilet seat while the other bathed. Tonight, Evan's mum said
they needed to be very quick and in bed to avoid any more trouble from his
dad, so they decided just to get in together.  Standing opposite each other
naked, they both laughed. They splashed, bringing Sue back upstairs to tell
them off. Understanding the need to be quiet, they still found it
hard. They were young boys full of life and energy and it was Friday night!
No school tomorrow! They lathered up and then sat down to wash it
off. Neither was embarrassed. They had been friends for a long time and
seen each other naked many times. As younger children they had indulged in
some mutual exploration, comparing their penises and balls, even being
brave enough on a couple of occasions to touch each other, but that was a
long time ago. Evan squeezed some shampoo from a green bottle and then
handed it to Luke. They lathered their hair and made the lather stick up
like horn, beginning to get loud again, until Evan remembered about his dad
and told Luke to shush!

They rinsed and got out. Sue had put two big bath towels on the radiator
and they were both now really warm. The boys wrapped themselves in the huge
warm towels and patted themselves dry. Being boys, when they had finished
they neither hung up, nor put their used towels in the linen basket: they
just dropped them on the floor and ran out of the bathroom across the
landing and into Evan's room. They didn't notice Evan's dad coming up the
stairs, but he saw the two naked 10 year olds running and pushing each
other. He held his tongue, but was cross that, despite their current money
problems, Sue had agreed to look after and feed Luke for the weekend. She
was at work all day Saturday and that meant that he would be looking after
the boys and he was in no mood to be bothered by two 10-year-olds mucking
about!

The boys pulled on their pyjamas and climbed, one at each end, into Evan's
bed.  Their feet touched and immediately a foot fight erupted beneath the
covers, throwing them into disarray. Soon they were in a heap on the floor
and the boys had begun play wrestling on the bed. Sue came up, sorted the
sheets and told them both to settle down. Just 10 minutes later she was
back up again telling them to quieten down or Evan's dad would come
up. Both boys knew that was something they didn't want and sobered up
considerably. They talked quietly for another half hour or so, until both
of them fell asleep, their legs entangled beneath the bed sheets.


More to come...