"Has his way, mostly."As the hurrying waitress passed the large, central table again, the same man reached out and smacked her buttocks, twisted her a...ound and brought her back to his lap, struggling as before. "How 'bout we go up an' do some dancin'?" he said with a broad leer."Not 'fore Fi gets down. There's jus' the two a'us today," the girl said, wriggling and trying to pull away without dropping her empties.I could not resist despite what I'm sure was good advice. Temptation overcame. Lose a son, gain a fucking flag. I never really knew Bradley that well to mourn him as a good friend, but I did just the same, however, honestly that emotion, that outpouring of grief, came from knowing how torn apart you were. It came from knowing how I could do nothing for you. I think it was ok to grieve like that? I think it was? I know when he died, a big part of you went away forever too. You never seemed quite the same, like something wasn’t there anymore. I suppose an adult would call. But that day she had only one bedsheet.I was confused and asked her about it. She said she doesn’t need one. We both went to bed. At that time, I didn’t know much about foreplay and all. But I knew about sex. I have a habit of removing a t-shirt or shirt before sleeping. I was not sleepy at all as I woke up at 7:30 but pretended to sleep.She then grabbed my bedsheet and covered both of us in a single sheet. I thought she must have felt cold and didn’t move. She thought I was sleeping and hugged. How did I notice him? You don’t hate someone for all those years without remembering everything. It was his eyes that gave him away, the rest of his body had wasted away and his face was sunken but his eyes told a story. I turned around and handed the broom to Stan. ‘I have to go, I’ll be back soon.’ ‘Ok Rob.’ Stan had a bewildered look on his face but I had no time to explain and he wouldn’t be the person I would explain it to anyhow. I raced back onto the footpath and jogged in the general.