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for anyone living at the other end of the world.’
    â€˜Rick, you could have lived right next door to me and there was still nothing you could’ve done.’ Doesn’t she get it? There was nothing anyone could’ve done, because I kept it so private.
    â€˜What were you thinking, Des? Why did you go back for more after the first time? Why didn’t you come to me?’
    Does she want me to tell her that I wasn’t thinking? Because that’s the truth. I wasn’t thinking because I was so shell-shocked that my brain just shut down on me. And it took my brain a while to wake up and realise what was going on. Now it’s all so fresh again, I can even feel the physical pain again. And it hurts so much. Please don’t let me cry now. I never let anyone see me cry over him and I have no intention of starting now.
    â€˜Rick, I know you mean well but please let it go. I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want think about it and I don’t want you to mention it ever again. That part of my life is over.’ I think she gets the picture. We are not getting into this.
    â€˜You know where I am when you need me because, honey, one day you are going to need to let this out.’
    I don’t think so. It’ll be a cold day in hell when I talk about this one again.

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    Thank God for shift work. Starting work at seven in the morning means that I manage to avoid a confrontation with my mother over what happened with Thia Maria and Ape Man. I know I can’t avoid it forever but I’ll sure as hell enjoy the reprieve while I can. Now I just have to deal with one more problem that has been thrown my way. Katerina.
    My girlfriend Katerina is gorgeous. I love her and I can always count on her for a good deep and meaningful. Except for one thing. Ever since she got married and popped out a couple of kids her main mission in life has been to see me settled, too. Luckily, she’s not as brutal about it as Thia Maria. And Katerina is actually quite selective about who she wants to see me settled with. She only has one target. Her koumbaro . The best man from her wedding. Katerina is convinced that we are perfect for each other and the thought of getting the two of us together seems to consume her every waking moment. I keep telling her that she really needs to get a hobby. Unfortunately for me, she apparently already has one – professional matchmaker. Got to love her though. The way she schemes to get me and her koumbaro in the same place at the same time is quite impressive. Almost up to my standard. Almost, but not quite. And this is why I am always one step ahead of her and catch onto her schemes. She’s a relentless cupid but she really needs to sharpen her aim.
    So I’m sitting at work contemplating all the staff assessments that I have to get through, when Katerina calls, trying to convince me that I simply have to go to a barbecue at her place this Saturday night.
    â€˜Come on, Des. You have to come. I need your help.’
    This is a sure fire way to get me there. A guilt trip. I know that Katerina’s family is not the sort to help her out with anything like this. Usually when us wogs get together there’s a brawl between the women over who gets to do the dishes and who gets to clean the place up so that the hostess won’t have too much to do the next day. Someone always brings something to add to the table, usually a dessert. Not Katerina’s family. They get there just as food is about to be served and expect to be waited on hand and foot while they lounge about. And that’s just the women. The men do their bit by actually cooking the barbecue and consuming copious amounts of beer. So yeah, with Katerina I am a sucker for a guilt trip and the bitch knows it. After all, she has two kids under the age of five and she’s almost seven months pregnant with her next, praying that she’ll have a boy