Kurt
Life in The
Village, and the `coming of age' of a student at its remote school,
through his own eyes.
This is an
original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)
Copyright 2013-2022. Robert
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The resemblance
of the characters by action, name, location or description to any real person
is purely coincidental.
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From
Chapter 92:
While Karl and I
look at the different small sandwiches, cheeses, biscuits and other savoury
options, Mr Grant goes over to the man, appears to introduce himself and begins
a conversation. William shows more interest in the food.
I wonder who
else would be travelling so far out west and why? I may as well say `hello' and
chat for a bit, while Karl is with William, helping him to load up his plate.
Taking a can of
lemonade plus a plate with two tomato sandwiches plus some small cheese slices
to go with the 5 round biscuits, I head towards Mr Grant and our fellow
passenger.
Mr Grant sees me
coming and steps back.
"Hello Kurt," the
traveller beams up at me, pushing his hat back from his forehead.
"Andy!"
Chapter
93 – Happy New Year!
"Surprise!" Mr Grant tells me.
Now, I know exactly how Mum felt when she discovered
Karl and me at her door on Christmas morning!
Some of the `How?', "When?", "What?" and other
questions, actually make it past my lips.
"Yes. Surprise!" Andy says, grinning. "I'm coming with
you. You told me that it would be all right with your dad."
"Yes. But Dad and I never actually discussed `When?'
How come, now?"
Andy points a finger at Mr Grant.
The Sheriff hitches up his pants and says, "Well,
pardner. Seems like the big chief and I had a little pow-wow and he said that
Andy could come any time and stay as long as he liked."
"And when Tom checked with my mother and Brian as well,"
Andy adds, "they thought that it would be a wonderful opportunity!"
I think, `Yeah. For them as well as for him and me.'
Hey! I'm not complaining!
Andy continues, "When Brian mentioned that the only
problem could be the cost, Tom presented me with a return plane ticket as a Christmas
present."
I hand Andy my lemonade and plate of food then give Mr
Grant a huge hug. "Thank you."
Then I take the things from Andy and pass them to Mr
Grant.
Andy stands up and we hug. I'm actually tempted to
kiss him.
Not now Junior! Bad timing! Later!
William and Karl join us.
"Hey, dude!" Karl says to Andy, extending a fist for
him to bump. "Maybe we'll be having custard tarts for dessert tonight."
Andy, William and Mr Grant all give my brother a weird
look for his comment, seemingly totally unrelated to anything else.
Karl and I are the only two who really understand what
he has just implied. Andy and me. Him and Jacko.
We grin at each other.
I offer a different explanation, "Helen knows that we all
like custard tarts, so, if they haven't bought any, we can pick up some in
Cunnamulla before we drive home."
Tom and William must think that Karl and I share some
kind of `weirdo' gene. Twins!
<<Passengers flying to Cunnamulla, please
proceed to Gate 2. Your aircraft is ready for departure.>>
Mr Grant says to Andy, "The ticket is `open' for your
return trip, so you can let us know a few days ahead when you want to come
back, and I'll organise the flight. Either Brian or I will be here to meet
you."
We say our good-byes and thanks, and Mr Grant gives both
Andy and me a friendly little swat, more of a pat, to send us on our way.
I'm pleased that Dennis, the steward on our flight to
the Gold Coast, is flying with us again. He is a handsome reminder of the fun
that I had with his twin brother, Dave, on the train.
He escorts us to our seats.
Andy and I sit facing each other.
Karl is quite happy to take the forward-facing window
seat on the other side of the aisle.
I find the acceleration of taking off very exciting.
So does Junior!
Andy has spotted it and points, then grins at me.
"He's ready for you," I lean over and say softly.
The Lear Jet climbs and emerges from broken clouds to
bright sunshine. As we travel west, I point out the landscape below to Andy.
"I've travelled in this plane before," he tells me.
"When Mr Grant's mother and my mother came to the funeral. Remember?"
"Of course I remember!" I tell him. "That's when we
met. The day that Mr Grant became the owner of Jintabudjaree."
"And," he reminds me, "That's when I found the secret
room off the bathroom."
"I thought that we both..." I am about to say `we both
found it', but I remember that it was Andy who found it first, then we both hid
in there from Mr Grant. I continue, "... were having a lot of fun, until your
mother wanted to take you home, because of the rain."
"Yes, but I managed to convince her to let me stay,
didn't I?" he grins. Then he adds, "With a lot of help from Tom."
"Yes," I tell him. "I don't think that I actually
thanked Mr Grant properly for that!"
"And, while I was staying at Jintabudjaree," he
starts, then, he grins, "and sleeping with you, that's when we met Uncle."
"Let's talk about that tonight," I say, more quietly.
"There's a lot which you and I know, that nobody else knows, isn't there?"
I keep glancing across at Karl, but he seems more
interested in the countryside below, than eavesdropping on my hushed conversation
with Andy.
I look out of my own window. The ground below is
mostly different shades of brown, except for some thin, green lines, which are obviously
trees growing along the banks of creeks, which join to form rivers which I can
distinguish by their broader green lines.
However, it is more interesting to look at the
passenger opposite me! LOL.
His hair is that nice yellow-on-top colour that it had
when I first met him, with light brown underneath. He probably needs a haircut
because it all falls across his forehead, almost covering his eyes. Those blue eyes!
They are like magnets, drawing him and me together!
He knows that I'm staring and he grins at me. That
smile!
He looks older than Karl and me. Actually, he is! His
face is slightly longer than ours and his Adam's apple is more pronounced.
I can't see his body, but I know what it looks like
without his clothes. Round pec muscles and flat abs. And I know what's farther
down too! Longer than mine! But not as thick!
We sit and stare at each other. It's not a staring
game, so blinking is allowed! Our eyes and grins are having a silent
conversation about what we are going to do to each other tonight!
<<We have begun our descent into Cunnamulla.
Please ensure that your seatbelts are securely fastened.>>
Dennis comes and checks that all three passengers are
secure, then takes the seat opposite Karl.
As we descend, Andy, Karl and I look out at the ground
as it appears to draw nearer.
From up here, I can pick out the layout of the town.
The coach terminal. The weir. The Cunnamulla Fella statue.
As we get close to the ground, I spot our Land Rover.
Dad and Helen are here! Just as I expected, but it's reassuring to know that
they are waiting for us.
Dennis shakes our hands as we head out. "Thanks for
flying with us again," he says. "Maybe I'll see you again some time."
"I'll be flying back to the Gold Coast," Andy replies.
"Sometime in January. See you then, if you are rostered on whichever flight
that is."
"That's highly likely. Enjoy your stay," Dennis tells
him. "Happy New Year!"
I spot Dad and Helen standing near the gate. I wave.
They wave.
I wonder whether Karl will be disappointed that Jacko
isn't with them? But the Land Rover can only seat 5 comfortably. Not like Mr
Grant's `Beast' which takes 7 people.
We go through the `welcome back' routine, and, as we
walk to the car, Andy asks Helen, "How are you doing, Mrs Andersen? Are you
well?"
"Yes, thank you, Andy," She replies. "It's wonderful
to see you again. I'm glad that your mother allowed you to come."
Two things pass through my mind: Andy's mother and
Brian are glad that he's staying here, so that they can be alone. Maybe Andy
could end up with a small brother or sister!
Secondly, tonight, I'll be the one allowing him to cum,
when I give myself to him completely!
I grin at Andy. It's as though he can tell what I'm
thinking.
It seems the natural arrangement that I sit in the
middle on the back seat; my brother on one side of me, and my boyfriend on the
other.
I part my legs slightly for comfort, with my right
thigh leaning against Karl's, and my left against Andy's. I can feel the heat
coming from their bodies. So can Junior. Neither of them moves his leg away
from me.
I lean back and place one arm across Karl's shoulders,
and the other over Andy's. Brotherly, and friendly.
Each of them wiggles and squirms a little until all
three of us are comfortable.
I begin to feel drowsy, and sense that they are as
well.
Then, something weird happens.
It's as though I can hear what each of them is
thinking!
Karl: `I'll bet that Dad lets Kurt and Andy stay in
one of the workers' huts! Lucky them, to have nobody to disturb their fun! I'd
love to sleep with Jacko, but it might be risky, waiting until Dad and Helen
are sound asleep and then sneaking down to the bunkhouse. However, it would be much
more comfortable if Jacko could creep up to my room. The bed is bigger, but it's
riskier! Could we play without making noises?'
In my own mind, I reply, `If you think of a good
reason, you and Jacko could stay in one of the workers' huts, and make all the
noise you want!'
Then, even weirder, Karl's thoughts seem to answer
mine: `But what would be a good reason?'
My mind tells him, `I don't know. You can always use
your own brain to come up with one!'
Andy: `I really want to cum inside Kurt tonight! And
have him come in me. But where can we do it? In his bedroom? But isn't that a
bit too close to his dad's room? In the bunkhouse? But isn't that where Jacko
sleeps? How suspicious would it sound for the two of us to ask to stay in one
of the workers' huts?'
My mind answers, `I'll put the sleeping arrangements
to my Dad. He'll suggest it, I know!'
I doze off, with the thought of sleeping arrangements
running through my head, searching for answers to both Karl's and Andy's
thoughts. Or is it just my imagination of their thoughts?
"Home, sweet home!" Dad announces, pulling up in front
of the house. Probably to make it easier for Helen, who is growing, almost
daily. Well, the girls inside her are growing!
"Andy, dear," Helen says to him. "Why don't you put
your things in Kurt's room for now?"
For now? Does that mean that she doesn't want him to
sleep with me? Not happy!
"Thought that I heard the car!" Jacko says, surprising
everyone, coming from the kitchen. "Afternoon tea is ready. I'll just re-boil
the jug."
"So, what is there for us to eat?" Karl throws at him,
with attitude.
"Peanut cookies!" Jacko answers, grinning that Karl's
intended dig has missed the mark.
"Since when did you learn to make peanut..." I begin.
"Helen made them this morning," he answers before I
finish. He extends his hand to Andy. "Hey, mate. Welcome back. Good to see
you!"
"You too, Jacko," Andy answers, using a more polite
tone than my brother's.
I tell him, "For a moment, I thought that you had become
another cook!"
"Hey! I can always make do with food when I need to,"
Jacko replies.
He asks what everyone would like to drink. Mostly the
same as usual, so it's easy for him to remember.
Andy and I head for my bedroom, drop our bags, hug and
have a quick feel of each other.
Shirts out to cover our excitement, we head back to
the dining table, where I see a big plate of cookies, ready for us. Helen already
has her tea and Jacko is setting down some coffees.
While we are drinking and eating, Dad surprises me
with, "So, guys, I think that we should discuss where everyone is going to
sleep tonight."
Before I can comment, Helen adds, "I hope that you're
all in the mood to do some cleaning and painting. We have received our first
farm stay booking! Surprise! So, we to need to spruce up the bunkhouse, which
means that Jacko will need to move out of it for a while."
Dad continues, "Helen and I were thinking that Jacko
can sleep in one of the workers' huts and Andy can have the other one while
he's here."
I am really disappointed, until Helen says, "And, we
thought that Karl might like to join Jacko, seeing that they get on so well
together, and Kurt can keep Andy company. Then, we can also spruce up your
bedrooms, in case we need to use them as well. Any thoughts?"
Karl and Andy both turn their faces to me. Are they
thinking, `How did you organise that?'
Dad tells us, "But you can have all your meals here in
the house, seeing that the work will be here!"
"Yes," Helen tells us, looking at our shocked faces.
"Come for breakfast. You'll be here for lunch and then you can have tea before
going back to the workers' huts at night."
"Kind of appropriate, isn't it?" I say. "We, the
workers, staying in the workers' huts?"
Dad adds, "Jacko, you can take the ute with Karl. Kurt
and Andy, you can each take one of the quad bikes. Does that suit everyone?"
I turn to my brother. "So, which one do you want?
North or South? The one with the new hot water system, or the one that Ron and
I painted?"
"North!" he replies.
I thought so! The one near the lookout instead of down
towards the rubbish paddock.
But that suits me, too.
So, after dinner, Helen gives us some fresh milk for
coffee and some fresh cookies as well.
"Do you like to dunk yours?" My Dad asks Andy.
"Not really," he answers. "Brian, my step-father dunks
his. I tried it, but left it in my coffee a bit too long and I ended up with
only half a cookie, and a soggy mess in the bottom of my coffee mug. No, I like
to crunch and chew."
"Good for you!" Helen tells him.
"See you in the morning!" Jacko says as he and Karl
head for where the ute is parked. They seem to be in more of a hurry than Andy
and I am.
"Early start!" Dad calls after them. "Breakfast at
6:30. Set the alarm on your phone, Karl!"
"Thank you again, Mr and Mrs Andersen," Andy tells Dad
and Helen. "I really appreciate being able to spend some time here with you."
He doesn't say `with Kurt', LOL.
"You're welcome, love," Helen replies. "We won't have
you working for all of the time that you are here. There will still be plenty
of time for you and Kurt to have fun together."
She has no idea!
"And, we have something special for New Year's Eve
tomorrow night!" Dad tells us.
"What?" I ask.
"You'll see!" he replies, grinning. "Now, go and get
some rest."
Rest is the last thing on my mind! Andy's too, I'll bet!
We pull up the bikes beside the steps to the workers'
hut to take the milk, cookies and our pyjamas inside. The pj's were only to
show for Dad and Helen's benefit; they probably won't get used at all!
We leave our boots at the door.
"Shower first?" Andy asks, starting to peel off his
clothes and throwing them onto a bed.
I'm a little slower at shucking mine.
Andy, watching me, says, "Hey, you have a cute bum!
Have I ever told you that?"
"Not that I remember," I reply, grinning. "If you had,
I would have remembered! Yours is pretty nice too. Must be all that swimming
and body boarding that you do in the surf!"
"Excited?" he asks.
"What do you reckon?" I reply, deliberately looking
down at a very stiff Junior.
"Yeah. Me too!" he laughs.
His longer-than-mine and my thicker-than-his are so
excited, in anticipation of where they will be soon and what they'll be doing,
that both are leaking precum! I love the feeling of his hand spreading it down
my shaft! And I love the way that his jerks when I touch it!
We prepare ourselves as quickly as we can with the hot
water and soap, with a bit of between-the-legs thrusting, just as a warm-up!
He's already hot!
Towels on the bed. Baby oil next to the bed. Spunk rag
ready, under the pillow.
"Can I please go first?" Andy pleads with me.
"You can, and you may," I tell him. I can't help myself!
English!
"Face down first," he says. "Then, on your knees and
finally on your back, so that I can watch your face."
He is gentle. He goes bit deeper with each little push,
until, with a final thrust, I feel his hairs on my backside then his full
weight on my body. We both groan with pleasure.
He pauses and kisses me under one ear and then the
other. He resumes. I feel him pushing in and pulling back.
His moans tell me how much he is enjoying my body. And
I'm pleased to give myself to him completely!
Each position feels different. On my stomach, knees
and back. Wonderful, but different.
He keeps slowing down so that he doesn't spurt too
soon, he tells me.
With my legs on his shoulders, I can feel him pushing.
And I can hear him groaning. And I can see his face! Grinning and then
grimacing with pleasure. He watches his dick sliding into me and then tilts his
head back with his eyes closed.
I can tell when he is getting close! His body starts
to tremble and his groans get faster.
"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!"
Then, he surprises me by pulling out and spraying me
with his cum. On my chest. On my face. Down the front of my body.
Junior can't stand the excitement! He spurts and I
groan!
"Sorry!" Andy apologises, laying himself fully onto me
and kissing me. "You didn't get a chance to do it."
"It's OK," I tell him, grasping his two tight glutes.
"I loved watching you, and feeling you, enjoy yourself." Then, as our breathing
slows down, I whisper, "Besides, there are a lot of hours left in the night!
Like at your place last week."
A hot shower freshens us up before we go to breakfast.
"I should buy some of that deodorant for your father."
Helen tells me, as Andy and I give her a good-morning hug. "You both smell
really nice."
A thought runs through my head. `Yeah, so does our
workers' hut, this morning!'
"Hopefully," Andy says, smiling at her, "We won't
smell like paint later on!"
Dad looks up from the table and smiles at us. "No
painting today. Just preparation."
Andy does toast. I do coffees for us. Helen finishes
cooking the breakfast.
"Why don't you both sit at the table?" Helen comments
more than asks.
I know why. I hear the ute coming too, and I know two
people whose working day is going to start with the washing up!
"Hey!" Karl says coming through the door. Then he sees
us sitting at the table. He tells my Dad, "We're not late! You did say 6:30".
Ignoring the fact that they are on time, and that Andy
and I were earlier, Dad says to them both, "You look a little tired this
morning. Were you up all night, talking?"
I reckon that Dad got the first bit right! Like Andy
and me.
Jacko replies, "He was trying to get out of me what
you've planned for New Year's Eve, tonight."
"Do you know what's happening?" Karl asks, turning at
him.
"Yep!" Jacko grins.
However, I'm pretty sure that I know what Karl did get
out of Jacko last night! I just wonder how much? And, how much did Jacko get
out of Karl? Tonight will probably be a repeat!
(Depending on what Dad has planned!)
Apart from washing all of the linen and putting the
mattresses out to air, work consists of moving all of the furniture to the
centre of the bunkhouse, and then covering everything.
"Helen says, "My mother used to tell me, `Take care of
the corners, and the middle will take care of itself'. So, we'll start on the
outsides and work our way in."
`We' doesn't include Helen. `We' start the bunkhouse
first. Maybe, our rooms tomorrow.
We work until late in the morning, in time for morning
tea. (Helen has been working in the kitchen. It smells amazing, but I'm not
allowed to look. Part of the surprise, apparently.)
By afternoon, the bunkhouse floor is swept and washed
and the walls have been prepared for painting. Tomorrow.
Just in time for a late afternoon coffee, Marty and
Ash arrive. Is this Dad's big surprise?
Obviously!
However, the arrival of Marty's mum, and his sister
and her boyfriend are a bigger surprise!
And so are the guys who have been working on the pub
restoration and the new houses!
I've never seen, or even imagined, so many people here
at the same time!
The three `ladies', Helen, Mrs O'Brien and Anna, sit
on the verandah.
We `men' stand around, close to the verandah.
The ladies are drinking tea.
The men help themselves to cold cans from one the large
Esky with ice. In the smaller one, Dad has included soft drink for Karl and Andy
and me. And Jacko. I didn't like the taste of beer anyway when Ron gave me and
Karl one each!
I notice that Anna and her boyfriend, one of the workers,
keep looking at each other. I recognise those goofy expressions! I reckon
that there's something going on there!
I'm close enough to the verandah to overhear the
ladies' main topic of discussion – Helen's pregnancy; when, potential names,
arrangements, Helen's health, etc. Marty's sister asks most of the questions.
Helen answers them and, when `twins' are mentioned, Mrs O'Brien again says,
`Nobody told me that!'
I catch the expression on Marty's face. I think that
he's getting a huge thrill hearing his mother confess to hearing things that
she wasn't the first to know. Even I am aware of her reputation around The
Village for wanting to hear things before everyone else does!
The men's conversation is mostly about the pub restoration
and the new buildings, how good they look, how lucky William and Mr Grant are
to own all of them (not the pub), what changes The Village might see as people
come to visit, and congratulations to Ash, Marty and Dad for all of their work.
Ash responds with a `toast' to the people who have actually done the work, to
such a high standard in such a short time, and `to absent owners for their
vision and commitment'.
Dad thanks the men for the high standard of largest
house at the end of `First Street', Mr Grant's and William's wedding gift to
him and Helen, and how good it looks inside.
Then I hear a louder "I didn't know that!" from the
verandah. Mrs O'Brien must have extra good hearing!
When I turn and look at him, Marty grins, then winks
at me. He hadn't told her!
As the sun sets, Dad announces, "Marty is going to get
the BBQ going, while the ladies see to the salads inside. Then, everyone can
collect their food and sit wherever they like. Plenty of seats inside and some
out here. When we've cleaned up, we'll all drive up to the lookout."
Andy and I offer to help Marty with the BBQ.
"How do you guys prefer your sausages?"
I answer, "Probably the same as you do! Like at
breakfast."
I don't say, `Naked', but he understands! He grins at
me. Nice teeth!
Then, Andy surprises both of us when he says, "I like
mine with some mayonnaise."
I know exactly what he means! What is white and creamy
that comes with naked sausages?
Marty looks shocked and looks at both of us.
I grin and wink at him.
"Well," he says. "I think sausages for breakfast at my
place is long overdue!"
Many hands make light work of the washing up. Lots of
volunteers.
It's only when my brother asks me, "Hey, have you seen
Jacko?" that I realise he is missing.
I do a walk-around and discover that Marty and Ash
have gone too.
Now, if it was just Jacko and one other, I might have
a reason to be suspicious. Especially if it was Marty. I didn't see them go, or
hear them go. What are they up to?
When we reach the lookout, I see Jacko, Marty and Ash
standing around a large fire inside the ring of stones. The first thing that I
do is check that there are no overhanging tree branches. It appears that
many of the trees were trimmed back while Karl and I were away.
We all assemble around the fire and Dad says, "Thanks to
the generosity of Tom and the efforts of Marty, we have a special treat for
you, as soon as the fire dies down."
Somebody has brought two fold-out chairs for Helen and
Mrs O'Brien, which are set up facing the fire. Anna, behind them, is happy to
stand in front of her boyfriend who has his arms around her.
Occasionally, I notice her reach one hand behind her.
There is absolutely something going on there!
They probably think that nobody is watching them.
I motion to Andy to look at them. He does, then he
nudges me with his elbow and grins.
"She's playing with his dick!" he whispers to me.
I untuck my shirt! Thanks, Junior!
Andy and I couldn't get away with doing that here, no
matter how much I would enjoy it!
I keep one eye on them, and the other on everyone else,
who are all busy talking and looking at the fire.
Dad has brought the Eskys and a lot of `finger food'
which Helen prepared earlier, and everyone eats, drinks and is merry. That
sounds like something which I heard somewhere!
Soon, we are all given two sparklers, and each person
has to light the one of the person next to him. Marty lights the first one. We
go around twice and then toss the `dead ones' into the fire.
A bit later, Marty
and Ash start going around to everyone and hand them something.
When Marty comes to me, he whispers, "What's a foot
long and hard and you can hold it in one hand, and it shoots out lots of stuff at
one end?"
I want to reply, "The dick of Anna's boyfriend," but I
simply shrug.
"A Roman candle!" he answers, grinning at me. Damn! He
knew exactly what I would be thinking after asking me that question!
When everybody has a Roman candle, Ash announces, "One
or two at a time, you can hold the candle at one end, light the wick at the other
end in the fire, and then point it out into the darkness. And he points to
where he means.
He and Marty demonstrate. Their Roman candles begin to
shoot out coloured balls with a `voomp' sound each time one is released. After
a few have been fired, Ash and Marty point their candles to cross each other's.
Almost like the light sabres that Karl and I saw in the Star Wars movie with
Mum and Ma and Pa on our first visit, except aiming away from people.
It reminds me of Andy's longer-than-mine, and my
Junior playing sword fights!
Junior remembers the first time, and becomes excited.
Very excited! My shirt is still out.
When Andy and I light our candles together, we wait
until they start shooting before we cross swords. As the coloured balls shoot
out, one by one, with multiple `voomp' sounds, Junior joins in the excitement,
shooting three of his own. Luckily it is dark, and that I am wearing an old
pair of work jeans! And I try not to not show my excitement.
Then it is Anna and her boyfriend's turn. He
immediately untucks his shirt before Anna steps away from him! I knew it!
Junior, in his excitement, squirts off one more shot!
Everybody is excited and cheers on everyone else.
When all of the Roman candles have expired, Marty
takes a quad bike and rides straight down the hill into the darkness.
Dad calls everyone's attention to the blackness in
front of them.
Suddenly, there is a `Whoosh!' and we see a rocket
shoot into the sky, leaving a trail of sparks behind it. Then we hear a bang
and see an explosion of colour – stars and streaks across the blackness.
There are more, and not all are the same. Some produce
showers like coloured rain. Some contain bits that fizz and whistle as they
leave trails in all directions. My favourite is one that bursts like a yellow
sunflower before another red burst appears above it. There are only two of
those.
Everyone cheers after each rocket.
When there is a long silence, everybody claps and
cheers at the end of a wonderful night's experience.
Suddenly, I hear a massive explosion! My whole body
feels the vibration, and shakes. Everyone, like me, gasps, thinking that a bad
accident has occurred!
However, about three or four seconds later, the entire
sky is lit up as a massive ball of colour explodes above us. It is so wide,
that it is difficult to take it all in without moving my head from side to
side. It seems to last a long time before falling pieces gradually fade.
Marty comes riding back up the hill, shouting, "Happy
New Year! That one was a special present from Tom."
Everyone begins hugging and wishing each other `Happy
New Year'.
Mrs O'Brien and Helen stand and soon have everyone in
a circle, holding hands. They start singing "Should Old Acquaintance Be
Forgot..." and dancing, in towards the dying fire, and out again. We all raise
our joined hands and we move in, and swing them back as we move out. We sing it
multiple times and I soon know all of the words.
Finally, happy, we call it a night. The visitors head
back to The Village and we head back towards the homestead. Jacko and Karl stop
at the northern workers' hut.
"Breakfast will be at 7:30 tomorrow," Dad tells them.
"You can have an extra hour's sleep."
Andy and I may spend more time in bed, but not
necessarily sleeping. And we still have to talk about Uncle!
At the house, we help Dad and Helen unpack everything
and clean up.
Dad and Helen hug us, kiss us and thank us. And,
again, wish us `Happy New Year'.
I think what a wonderful year it will be, with Andy
staying with me for maybe a month, what fun we will have! My 14th
birthday and Andy's 15th, and Helen's twins will be born. My
sisters!
Andy and I head south to the other workers' hut, each
on our own bike.
Junior can't wait for another long night.
(to be continued)
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