“Well, that was a lucky break, mate,” said Tom to me at lunchtime.
We were in a shaded back area of the schoolyard, Tom having a quick cig break away from the prying eyes of Staff or Upperclass students.
I did not reply to him, merely watching Tom as he expertly inhaled the smoke in a quick Puff
and exhale it after a second of savouring the smoke within his mouth.
I never really got what the big deal was about smoking. And I dared not to ask any adult about it. Tom only described it as being a lifesaver for his escape from the daily hum-drum life of Dunsville. I tried it once a year ago, but promptly coughed and Tom laughed but he understood and said at least I tried it at least once. None of the other kids even talked to him when he suggested having a “Puff
at Old Lucifer” as he put it.
After getting no response from me, Tom just nodded his head slightly.
“Wonder what your ma is gonna say?” he inquired and scratched his chin with his free hand as if contemplating his own question.
“More likely she will rant and rave how alike my Dad I am and tan my hide,” I said, fully convinced what I said was likely to be true.
But I left out what I knew would be her screaming at me before getting passed out drunk as usual.
Mum in a drunken rampage I can handle. But when she sobers up, no doubt I would pray to God before the night was through.
(t be continued...)