Early next morning.
The doorbell rings.
Gaius opens. It's Terence and Belle.
We're here! says Terence. I brought my costume!
He wanted to wear it, says Belle. But I hear that you're travelling by car.
Are we? says Gaius. A bus would be more sensible.
Margaret organised it, says Belle. Isn't she here yet?
Not yet, says Gaius.
But then.
Katherine's car pulls up in front of his house.
Margaret and Katherine get out.
Terence runs towards them.
Can I wear my costume in the car? asks Terence.
No dear, says Katherine.
Bumhole! says Terence.
And I don't want to hear you say bumhole again, says Katherine.
Okay, says Terence. But can I bring it?
What? Oh the costume! says Katherine. Yes, if it fits in the boot
Here it is, says Belle.
Margaret has opened the boot.
Can it be folded? asks Margaret.
NO! says Terence.
Is there room for my back pack? asks Gaius.
Stop fussing, says Katherine.
I wasn't fussing, says Gaius. I was unaware we'd be travelling by car, or even that Katherine was coming.
I am coming, says Katherine. After all it's my car.
It seems I have little choice in the matter, says Gaius.
And me, says Terence.
He is wriggling into his costume.
Climb in, says Belle. See if you can sit down.
Terence climbs in, with some help from behind.
But he cannot sit down.
I'll have to stand up, says Terence.
You can't stand up all the way to Canberra, says Margaret.
I can, says Terence.
Let him try, says Katherine. He has strong legs, and he doesn't need a seat belt.
If you say so, says Margaret. Ready Gaius?
Gaius squeezes his backpack into the boot, between two suitcases, wedged behind a large esky.
Margaret shuts the boot.
Too late, Gaius wonders if he's remembered a pencil.
He climbs in beside Terence.
This is good, says Terence.
Yes, says Gaius.
Ready? says Katherine. Murray Bridge here we come.
Bye, everyone! calls Belle. Have fun!
We will, reply Katherine and Margaret.
Me too! shouts Terence.
The edge of the florin costume digs into Gaius.
Gaius affects a stoic expression.
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