4/13/2004
 
We were staying by the ocean, so during the train ride Joe dipped into his (tar) mine of facts to teach me about Long Shore Drift and explain how wooden walls called groins stopped the pebbled beaches from being washed back into the sea. It was almost inevitable that after we greeted his Mum and during the drive to the house, Joe exclaimed, with all the genuine innocence of a choir boy, “Drew’s never seen a groin before!”
Luckily his Mother, who’d only moments before reprimanded Joe for uttering the word “shagging”, appreciated the Freudian slip; I saw her lips curve upwards in the rear view mirror, seconds before I hunched over in the backseat, my face pressed so hard against the leather travel bag that, after laughing, I had to smear away the tear tracts with my hand. Broke the ice at least.
 

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