Pinky wrote that Sebastian had helped him and Marie get a Drug and Alcohol Worker, a Housing Worker, a Mental Health Therapist, two Case Managers, and a Team Leader when Neo’s hormones started to kick in. ‘Sebastian will make a wonderful lawyer because he’s passionate about justice,’ Cheri wrote, ‘and for the same reason he’ll never make a cent.’ Made you wonder if people were concealing that he’d shacked up with someone.Ĭheri’s letters were often filled with Sebastian because she’d become a mentor to him in his progress through law school. Until then, what news he had received of Sebastian had been all about the dude’s public life, what he was doing rather than feeling. At least, that’s when the hope had entered Joel’s mind … The whole thing had been touched off by Tom’s visit to New York a year ago. The ‘hang in there’ had been in response to a long drunken letter, which had been in response to a third-hand message Joel wasn’t even supposed to have heard. Just as cryptic but worse because it had been a stop sign instead of a summons, a flat palm in the face rather than this bossy beckoning. ‘Hang in there.’ That had been the content of Sebastian’s last epistle, six months ago. To hold your hand as you died, to give you advice on your love life, to cough up your rent when you were short, to make up the numbers, go your bail, join you on stage, tell you to cut the crap or hang in there. A person could be needed for lots of reasons. The ‘I need you’ bit was gratifying but a worry. About bloody time for the summons, even if it was a cryptic one. When you still ached whenever you thought about him, which was quite a lot, and not just at bedtime. When he was still your best friend and nothing would ever change that. Not after three years of almost never hearing from the guy. You didn’t disobey a summons like that, not when you’d been hoping for just such an order. He’d have left Thursday if it hadn’t taken this long to cadge the airfare from Claw, the band’s self-appointed finance manager.
What did it mean? He turned it sideways for a different view.Īs soon as it had arrived on Wednesday, Joel had booked his flight out of New York.
Sent via Cheri’s legal office where Sebastian worked part-time. Joel read the email print-out again although he knew it by heart. ‘Doesn’t tell us anything about the German backpacker.’ You mean that German backpacker was really a banker or an arms dealer? But she was wearing socks with her sandals.’ Who you are depends on your attitude, not your luggage. ‘Yeah, you can’t assume by a person’s stuff. The guitar case is filled with dirty washing, and the rock star act is to impress his girlfriend.’ Could be a law student and lives at home with mummy and daddy.
The guitar case with all those stickers is a dead giveaway. The scruffy under-fed look, morning hairdo. Two young Australian women of the first category, with flights delayed and their airport blockbusters read to that middle section that cries out for them to be chucked in the nearest bin, were playing a game of ‘guess the type.’ The warrens of Kennedy airport were awash with the usual combination of bright tourists and lacklustre business people, all waiting to catch the red-eye to somewhere.
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