up.
âMo, getting chicken sandwiches doesnât count as âgoing outâ.â
âWe can watch the footy at your house after. That counts.â
âI canât, man, sorry,â I say. âMumâs not well.â
âStill? Some virus, bro.â
âYeah, I think itâs more than just a viââ
Christa clears her throat and looks pointedly at me, and I notice the long line of customers waiting for their drinks to be made.
âSorry, man, I better get back to it. Iâll call you.â
Mo waves as he leaves.
After weâve closed, Christa tells me her carâs on the other side of the park; she wanted to avoid paying for parking, which I canât blame her for.
âIâll walk you to your car,â I tell her. âItâs dark.â
âThatâs OK,â she says. âIâll be fine by myself.â
The part of me that just wants to get home wants to believe her, but I know Iâll feel guilty if I leave her to walk alone.
âHonestly, Iâll feel more comfortable if I go with you,â I tell her.
âOK, thanks,â she says, looking relieved.
Iâm walking back through the park afterwards when I notice a kid being flanked by two guys, who are gripping his arms. As I get closer, I realise itâs Sammy.
âOi,â I call out, âwhat are you doing?â
âMind your own business, dickhead,â the shorter guy says.
âJuice Man!â Sammy calls out. âThey wonât let me stand here.â
âItâs OK, buddy,â I tell him, approaching the three of them. âCome on, guys, let him go.â
âHey, man,â the taller one says, putting his hand up, âwe were just trying to, um, play a game of footy, and he wanted to stand in the goal.â
Sammy shakes his head violently from side to side. âNah,â he says, âthey donât even have a football.â
The shorter guy looks to his friend in panic, but his friend calms him down with a small gesture of his arm.
âOur mateâs bringing the footy. The kid was just getting in the way, thatâs all. No harm done.â
I look at Sammy. âDid they hurt you?â
Sammy looks frightened enough, but shakes his head.
âHe shouldnât even be in the park at this time of night if heâs . . . sick,â the shorter one says.
âYeah, we were just trying to help him,â the other says coolly. âSeriously.â
Iâm not buying it.
âIt doesnât matter anyway, itâs probably too dark to play,â the taller guy presses. âBut still, maybe you should take him home.â
I give him a suspicious look and it makes him want to try harder.
âIâm Mike,â he says, extending his hand. âI gotta run. But like I said, no harm intended. Just wanted to make sure he was safe.â
They both head off, whispering loudly. I hear the shorter one asking whether the kid saw anything, but Mike just shrugs and says no one would believe âsomeone like himâ. I shake my head in disgust and turn back to Sammy.
âWhy are you in the park all alone?â I ask. âCome on, letâs go call your parents.â
He shakes his head.
âNo?â I ask. âWell, you canât stay in the park on your own, buddy, itâs dangerous. Does anyone know youâre here?â
Another head shake.
I sigh and rub the back of my head. âOK, how about we get an ice-cream, and we can come back and sit on the ledge there near the statue of the ANZAC soldier? Thatâs my favourite spot in the whole park; it always makes me feel better.â
He nods and we cross the road, heading to the gelato shop. I buy him a kidâs size chocolate and get myself a crème caramel in a waffle cone, and then we cross the road again. While we eat, he talks about video games and SpongeBob SquarePants and his carer, Elliott (who plays Xbox with
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