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on again? Er, ah, not quite. Paul laughed, though he didn’t think it was nearly as funny as the rest of the adults seemed to. Paul’s father had remained mostly quiet throughout the meal, observing Paul thoughtfully, but he finally broke his silence. You said something in the car I didn’t quite understand, Paul. You gave up your apartment? Why? Where are you living now? Paul swallowed hard and his eyes flew to George in a plea for support, but George was whispering something to Xenia. She nodded and stood up. Hey, kids, what do you say we go outside for a bit, while the grown-ups finish eating and talking about boring stuff? There was some whining about wanting to stay with Uncle Paul, but after assurances that Uncle Paul would still be around later, she got them all into their jackets and outside. Obviously, somebody had already been told Paul’s news. Milt’s eyes had remained on Paul throughout the diversion, and he was frowning. The rest of the family had obviously realized something wasn’t quite right, and all, except for George, l

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ooked from Milt to Paul and back with puzzled expressions. Well, you know about the economy in Greece, Dad, Paul stalled, his mouth completely dry. It was hard getting enough pupils, at first, so I moved in with a friend. A friend. And why didn’t you ask us to lend you some money? Because I managed things on my own. I’m thirty-two, Dad. I don’t need to write home for money. But obviously you do. It’s not a shame to need your parents‘ help, even at thirty-two, Paul. No, I know. Can you pass the melitzanosalata, Mom? You really outdid yourself. What is a shame, however, Milt continued inexorably, is not to have any plans or ambition at thirty-two. To run away from your obligations and to freeload off friends, as if you were still a teenager. Dad—, George started to say, but Milt held up a hand to silence him. Life means taking responsibility for oneself, Paul. It means having goals and working towards them. First you decided to give up tennis, when it got a little too hard for you. Then you decided to give up working for the family

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and towards your business degree, when those weren’t quite the fun and games you were obviously expecting. Now you’ve failed again, and rather than come home, you’re hiding from us. em Dad! em George attempted to intervene again, but Milt waved him off once more. Paul sat staring at his plate, his cheeks burning, ashamed and angry and too aware of the stunned silence surrounding him. He clenched his fists and swallowed the words he wanted to say, because he knew he’d later regret them. Miltiadi, he heard his mother say quietly. Stop, now. You know Paul’s not like that. I want to know the reason, Kate! Milt thumped his hand on the table. I want to know why he is bumming around in Greece and living off his so-called friends, when he should be here, raising a family and working with his brothers and sister in the business I built for them! Because I’m never gonna raise a family, Dad! Paul finally burst out. At least, not the kind you expect me to raise. Paulie, George said in a warning voice, still trying to calm things down, but now

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it was Paul, who waved his efforts away. I’m gay, Dad. Okay? I’m one of those homosexuals you’re always making fun of and saying are so sick and will burn in hell. That’s why I left. No, you’re not, Kate blurted, then covered her mouth with her hand, as if she had to physically stop herself from saying more. Yes, Paul said, more quietly now, because his mom didn’t deserve this. I am. His father looked stunned, his mouth opening and closing, no words coming out. But, Paulie, you’ll always be alone, a clearly distraught Kate finally wailed in protest. Paul’s sister, who was sitting next to her, patted her back soothingly and glared at Paul. No, Mom. He closed his eyes and thought of Andy, and tried to recall the peace he felt when he lay in Andy’s arms. This friend I’m staying with . . . well, I love him. And he loves me. I won’t be alone. That’s disgusting, Milt snapped. I didn’t raise you this way. Paul didn’t bother responding. Instead he looked at John and Claudia, and then at his sister Mary and her husband. John and Claudia w

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ere both pretty wide-eyed, though Paul thought he could also discern some sympathy and understanding in their expressions. Mary was still glaring, and Dennis was staring at the front door longingly and obviously wishing himself on the other side of it. I won’t have you in this house, Milt growled. I won’t have you associating with my grandchildren, you sick— Dad! George yelled, standing up so suddenly his chair tipped over and fell. My God, this is Paul you’re talking to. em Paul! em Don’t tell me you think it’s okay, George! I know you better than that. I don’t know what I think, Dad, George said, casting a brief apologetic glance at Paul. But I know my brother, and I know he’s a good man and that he tries hard. There’s nobody I’d trust my kids with more. Nobody. Not even you. John murmured something that sounded like agreement. Milt looked at them all as if they’d taken leave of the senses. Look. I know Paul is your little brother and you want to love him and think the best of him. But some things are just wrong. They’re against

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God’s will, and you cannot accept them. He turned to Paul. If you give up on this . . . this madness, you can return. But not before. brThe lad grinned across at me, pleased for the lift. I wasn’t going exactly where he wanted, but I could take him to a motorway junction twenty miles short without too much of a detour. He’d have to sort himself out from there: either stand in the cold with his thumb sticking out, like he had before I pulled up, or otherwise pay for a bus. He didn’t look like he had a huge amount of money, though. You were in a pretty deserted place to be hitch-hiking, I said. No wonder you had to wait for so long for someone to pull over. When he’d climbed into my car with his rucksack he’d muttered that he’d been waiting for a good three hours. He smiled. Yeah, the guy before you chucked me out of his car. That sounded ominous and I wondered if he might be a nutter. The main reason I rarely pick up hitch-hikers is the fear of them turning out to be serial killers. Judging by outward appearances, this lad had loo

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ked like he was fairly normal though: a university student trying to get a cheap ride cross-country, most likely. His dress was hardly smart but was a long way from looking dishevelled, while the stubble on his face suggested only a couple of days‘ growth rather than being the full, unkempt beard one might expect from an escaped lunatic. What did you do to upset him? I enquired, trying to sound as casually chatty as I could. If he was weird enough to have been thrown out of someone’s car, I was going to have to figure out how I was going to extract myself from the position I’d got myself into without tipping him over the edge. He wanted me to pay for the lift he was giving me, he said. Pay? I asked, incredulously. I thought the whole point of hitch-hiking was that you don’t have to pay? He wanted payment in kind, the lad explained. Payment of a kind I wasn’t prepared to offer. I looked over at him with surprise. How do you mean, ‚payment in kind‘? He grinned broadly at me. I think you know what I mean. I smiled back and nodded. Of

course I did. But he was a bloke, you said? Was he gay? He shook his head. I don’t think so. I think he was just… well… a bit horny, I guess. I glanced over at him and chuckled. As well as feeling relieved that he didn’t seem to be a psycho, I was intrigued that the conversation was taking such a promising turn. So what did he want you to do? I asked. Or wasn’t he specific? The lad tittered at my curiosity. He was very specific. I was becoming more and more pleased that I’d bothered to stop. There’d been something about him standing there on such a quiet road his bright red cheeks, perhaps, looking raw in the cold wind, or his fine, blond hair being blown about under his hood which had appealed to me in spite of my reservations about hitch-hikers. Perhaps it was time for introductions. I’m Rob, by the way, I said. I’m Dane, he offered back and I noticed that his eyes were a deep shade of blue. Nice to meet you, Rob. You too, Dane, I smiled. After driving a little way further and mulling over what he’d said, eventually I was u

nable to stop myself from posing what seemed like the obvious question. So… er… what did the guy ask for, Dane? If you don’t mind me asking? I don’t

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