kiss brought back memories of damp, black earth and the tangy smell of autumn leaves.
Mai pulled back and looked at him. âMax â will you promise me something?â
âDepends,â he replied, looking at the starched white bedcover tucked in like a straitjacket.
âThat youâll stop doing this stuff? I donât understand it.
Well, I kind of do but not really. All I know is that itâs killing you. Itâs killing me too, and I bet itâs killing your dad.â
She looked hard at him and let go of his hand. Mai stroked his face, saying, âSo â what set this off?â
âWhat do you mean? The Falls?â Max asked innocently.
âWhat else?â
He sighed, expelling air that seemed to come from far away. âMrs Petrocelli came to see me. When she was leaving she grabbed hold of me, almost as if I was Lou. It brought back everything again â the funeral, how they found him, the words Iâve been painting â all this shit I canât seem to get rid of.â Tears welled in his eyes.
He looked at Mai. âI donât know â it feels like Iâll never get rid of it,â and he burst into tears. âI wish I hadnât been saved. I wish I was still floating face down. Thatâs what I wanted to happen. Nothing will ever change,â he blubbered.
Mai wrapped her arms around him. If she couldâve drawn him into her she would have.
Max went on. âHis mum gave me a piece of writing Lou did a couple of years ago. It was about graffiti â what he felt like when he was doing it. I didnât even know heâd kept it. Mustâve been about the only piece of work from school that didnât end up in the rubbish bin, except maybe some of his artwork. She just handed it over. I guess it must have set something off in me â something snapped. Mad, I guess!â
âWhere is it now?â
An icy paw clutched at Maxâs heart. âI donât know. It was in my pocket.â He pulled himself up in bed and stared around the room. âMy clothes have gone. Where are they? Mai, go ask the nurse! Quickly!â
âWill you calm down, Max! Have you looked in here?â She opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet. âThatâs where they usually put your belongings. Is this it?â Mai asked.
She held up the plastic bag with Louâs writing in it.
âOh God! Thank God for that,â Max put his arm around her waist. âThanks, Mai â thanks heaps,â he said, blowing his nose.
âCan I read it?â
A strange sensation travelled through his mind. âI suppose so.â
âThatâs OK. I donât have to.â
There was hurt in her eyes.
âItâs not that I donât want you to, Mai.â
âNo, really. Itâs fine. Itâs fine.â There was silence between them. âListen, Iâve got to go. The libraryâs open late but not this late,â she smiled. âSee you tomorrow.â Mai kissed him softly and vanished from his bedside like a duck disappearing into a pond.
Max lay on his side, gazing at the dull yellow of his cabinet, wondering why he couldnât bring himself to allow her to read the bloody thing. And wondering if he really had wanted to kill himself.
A nurse arrived and asked him if heâd passed water or had a motion and then said, as an afterthought, âOh, that old gentleman who rescued you came by and asked us to give you this note.â
She handed it to Max. âAre you comfortable?â
âYes â thanks,â He couldnât take his eyes off the note. âExcuse me â what old gentleman? Who saved me?â
âDidnât give a name. Seemed to know you. Difficult to tell how old he really was. Down on his luck, Iâd say. No teeth and a dirty tracksuit. Dâyou know him?â
Max nodded and unfolded the paper. It was written on one page in one continuous paragraph.
Laura Bradford
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