Professor Freud wakes up.
The bottom bunk is empty.
He kicks Farky awake.
Where's Mrs Hume? says Professor Freud.
She left early with Arthur, mumbles Farky.
Professor Freud is shocked.
He gets dressed and hurries to the Middleton carpark.
He scans the car park for SURF FINK.
SURF FINK is gone.
Only Gaius is there, sitting on a railing looking at the glassy flat sea.
Where is everyone? asks Professor Freud.
Gone to Victor Harbour looking for waves, says Gaius. I'm waiting for Arthur.
Arthur has gone off with Katherine, says Professor Freud. It seems they eloped in the night. A highly titillating liaison. What are you doing here?
Enlisting Arthur to help me look for phasmids, or so I thought, says Gaius.
Stick insects! says Professor Freud. My favourite insects! Perhaps I can assist. But first let us go and eat breakfast at the excellent establishment of Mrs Swales.
They go off to do that.
..........
Arthur drives Mrs Hume back to Adelaide.
He drops her at home where she picks up her suitcase.
Where are you off to ? asks Arthur, as they drive to the airport.
I'm flying to Sydney to stay with my grandchildren Butterfly and Fish, says Mrs Hume. I shall be minding them while their parents move house. They are all moving to Blaxland in the Lower Blue Mountains.
I'd like to see Blaxland, says Arthur, on a whim.
Come with me then, says Mrs Hume.
Alright, says Arthur. I will.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Some Dude Outside
The sea is cold. Arthur turns back to the shore.
Gaius! says Arthur. What are you doing here?
Looking for you, says Gaius. I had a wonderful time in Port Augusta after you left. You ought to have stayed. I attended a fascinating talk on phasmids.
Phasmids, says Arthur. Like phantoms?
No no, says Gaius. They are stick insects. I want you to help me find a new species. Of course there won't be any down here on the beach. You and I will have to go inland.......
But I'm going surfing, says Arthur.
Plenty of time for that later, says Gaius.
At least wait till morning, says Arthur. Haven't you noticed it's dark?
So it is, says Gaius. Where are you sleeping? I'll come back with you.
In that van over there, says Arthur. With Sweezus and Belle and everyone. You go and knock. I'll be up in a minute.
Gaius marches up to Surf Fink and knocks on the side.
Arthur goes straight to Mrs Swales's place. He knocks on the window of the bedroom in which Mrs Hume, Professor Freud and Farky are sleeping.
Mrs Hume is a light sleeper. She wakes up. She opens the window and pokes her head out.
Arthur! she says. What is it?
I'm going, says Arthur. Can I borrow your car?
Certainly not, says Mrs Hume. I'm going home myself in the morning. I've a plane to catch.
Leave early, says Arthur. I'll come with you. I'll drive.
That would be nice, says Mrs Hume. But I thought you were going surfing?
I was, says Arthur, but something came up.
Just let me get dressed, says Mrs Hume. And put on my face.
Arthur looks at her face. So that's what she looks like without it.
.............
Knock, knock.
Gaius knocks on the side of the van.
Whassat? says Surfing-With-Whales.
It's me, says Gaius. It's Gaius Plinius Secundus.
Jesus! says Surfing-With-Whales.
Whassat? says Sweezus.
Some dude outside, says Surfing-With-Whales. Midge, you got a torch?
Whassat? says Midge.
You don't need a torch, says Belle et Bonne. It's Gaius. Let him in.
They open the van door and let Gaius in.
I've just checked the Fluidzone forecast for Middleton, says Gaius. As the sea will be glassy and flat, with only ankle slapping ripples on the beachies, and a southern swell just to put a nail in it, I suggest you all give up the idea of surfing this morning and come inland with Arthur and me. We'll be looking for phasmids.
Where is Arthur? says Belle.
Arthur will be along in a minute, says Gaius.
Gaius! says Arthur. What are you doing here?
Looking for you, says Gaius. I had a wonderful time in Port Augusta after you left. You ought to have stayed. I attended a fascinating talk on phasmids.
Phasmids, says Arthur. Like phantoms?
No no, says Gaius. They are stick insects. I want you to help me find a new species. Of course there won't be any down here on the beach. You and I will have to go inland.......
But I'm going surfing, says Arthur.
Plenty of time for that later, says Gaius.
At least wait till morning, says Arthur. Haven't you noticed it's dark?
So it is, says Gaius. Where are you sleeping? I'll come back with you.
In that van over there, says Arthur. With Sweezus and Belle and everyone. You go and knock. I'll be up in a minute.
Gaius marches up to Surf Fink and knocks on the side.
Arthur goes straight to Mrs Swales's place. He knocks on the window of the bedroom in which Mrs Hume, Professor Freud and Farky are sleeping.
Mrs Hume is a light sleeper. She wakes up. She opens the window and pokes her head out.
Arthur! she says. What is it?
I'm going, says Arthur. Can I borrow your car?
Certainly not, says Mrs Hume. I'm going home myself in the morning. I've a plane to catch.
Leave early, says Arthur. I'll come with you. I'll drive.
That would be nice, says Mrs Hume. But I thought you were going surfing?
I was, says Arthur, but something came up.
Just let me get dressed, says Mrs Hume. And put on my face.
Arthur looks at her face. So that's what she looks like without it.
.............
Knock, knock.
Gaius knocks on the side of the van.
Whassat? says Surfing-With-Whales.
It's me, says Gaius. It's Gaius Plinius Secundus.
Jesus! says Surfing-With-Whales.
Whassat? says Sweezus.
Some dude outside, says Surfing-With-Whales. Midge, you got a torch?
Whassat? says Midge.
You don't need a torch, says Belle et Bonne. It's Gaius. Let him in.
They open the van door and let Gaius in.
I've just checked the Fluidzone forecast for Middleton, says Gaius. As the sea will be glassy and flat, with only ankle slapping ripples on the beachies, and a southern swell just to put a nail in it, I suggest you all give up the idea of surfing this morning and come inland with Arthur and me. We'll be looking for phasmids.
Where is Arthur? says Belle.
Arthur will be along in a minute, says Gaius.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Not Drowning Sleeping
Later that night....
Mrs Hume and Professor Freud are asleep. At least Farky hopes so.
They are in the same room, in a bunk bed. Professor Freud is on top.
Farky is on a rug on the floor. He can't sleep.
He does what dog's do that can't sleep. Never mind what that is.
Zzzzzzz. He falls asleep.
Farky dreams.
He dreams he hears a regular squeaking noise. Mrs Hume turning over. That's all.
He drifts into deep sleep.
He is standing up on the end of a surfboard. Arthur is at the other end.
Farky plunges his nose into the crystalline water. He opens his eyes. What is this? A shark! A shark with pointy shark teeth.
Do I smell blood? says the shark, swimming closer.
Blood? Farky's not bleeding. Is it Arthur? His scabby old knees? No, Arthur is upright and whacking the shark with a paddle.
Suddenly Farky remembers his blood orange red lips. Not blood at all. He is safe. He wakes up.
It's amazing, how dreams work, thinks Farky.
It's like you're just making it up.
........
Meanwhile, in Midge's van, it's a bit of a squash. Midge and Belle et Bonne are on one blowup bed, Sweezus, Surfing-With-Whales and Arthur are packed like sardines on another.
Man, says Surfing-With-Whales. This is just like old times.
Not quite, says Sweezus.
Huh-huh, yeah, not quite, says Surfing-with-Whales. We're older now.
Arthur is not older now. He is just seventeen. He feels uncomfortable wedged between two thirty-something year olds.
Mind if we go top and tail, says Arthur.
Go right ahead, says Surfing-With-Whales. But don't bend your knees.
It's insupportable. Arthur must be able to do what he likes with his knees.
He decides he will sleep on the beach.
He gets out of Surf Fink, and walks down to the shore.
He likes the solitude here. The roar of the waves, the glitter of the moon on the water, the sound of .....shit!..... Gaius's voice!
Arthur! Is that you, Arthur?
Arthur wades into the sea.
Mrs Hume and Professor Freud are asleep. At least Farky hopes so.
They are in the same room, in a bunk bed. Professor Freud is on top.
Farky is on a rug on the floor. He can't sleep.
He does what dog's do that can't sleep. Never mind what that is.
Zzzzzzz. He falls asleep.
Farky dreams.
He dreams he hears a regular squeaking noise. Mrs Hume turning over. That's all.
He drifts into deep sleep.
He is standing up on the end of a surfboard. Arthur is at the other end.
Farky plunges his nose into the crystalline water. He opens his eyes. What is this? A shark! A shark with pointy shark teeth.
Do I smell blood? says the shark, swimming closer.
Blood? Farky's not bleeding. Is it Arthur? His scabby old knees? No, Arthur is upright and whacking the shark with a paddle.
Suddenly Farky remembers his blood orange red lips. Not blood at all. He is safe. He wakes up.
It's amazing, how dreams work, thinks Farky.
It's like you're just making it up.
........
Meanwhile, in Midge's van, it's a bit of a squash. Midge and Belle et Bonne are on one blowup bed, Sweezus, Surfing-With-Whales and Arthur are packed like sardines on another.
Man, says Surfing-With-Whales. This is just like old times.
Not quite, says Sweezus.
Huh-huh, yeah, not quite, says Surfing-with-Whales. We're older now.
Arthur is not older now. He is just seventeen. He feels uncomfortable wedged between two thirty-something year olds.
Mind if we go top and tail, says Arthur.
Go right ahead, says Surfing-With-Whales. But don't bend your knees.
It's insupportable. Arthur must be able to do what he likes with his knees.
He decides he will sleep on the beach.
He gets out of Surf Fink, and walks down to the shore.
He likes the solitude here. The roar of the waves, the glitter of the moon on the water, the sound of .....shit!..... Gaius's voice!
Arthur! Is that you, Arthur?
Arthur wades into the sea.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Good For Local Business
Surfing-With-Whales's mum runs a pizza and craft shop. She is pleased to see such a lot of customers.
The customers are less excited. They thought they had been invited home to tea.
Welcome! says Surfing-With-Whales's mum. Come in, sit down. How many pizzas would you like?
There's eight of us, counting Farky, says Surfing-With-Whales. Do you like pizza, Farky?
No he doesn't, says Sweezus.
Yes I do, says Farky.
He can have the meat topping, says Surfing-With-Whales's mum. So that's how many pizzas?
Four large ones, says Mrs Hume. I'll pay. One Godfather, one Supreme, one Meatlovers and one Margarita.
Everyone is astonished by the order.
This isn't Domino's, says Surfing-With-Whales's mum. But I'll do my best.
She goes off round the back.
Well, says Mrs Hume. This is nice.
When are you leaving? says Arthur.
I might stay the night, says Mrs Hume.
Me too, says Professor Freud. Perhaps your mother could put us up?
Sure she could, says Surfing-With-Whales. And we can all sleep in the van.
My van? says Midge.
Yeah, says Surfing-With-Whales. Down in the carpark. Then we can get an early start. You'll get some good front lit shots.
True, says Midge. But that's five in the van, plus the dog.
The dog? says Farky. You mean me? I'm not sleeping in that thing. I've had four knee reconstructions this year.
Don't worry Farky , says Belle et Bonne. I'm sure Mrs Whales will let you sleep here.
Mrs WHALES!. Oh ha ha! laughs Surfing-With-Whales's mum, coming in with the pizzas. That's not my name. My name's Lauren. Lauren Swales.
Arthur thinks this is funny.
He laughs.
Mrs Swales puts the pizzas down on the table just out of his reach.
Sweezus takes a slice of faux-Meatlovers pizza.
Mrs Swales spies his yellow ostrich leather bracelet with the silver stud.
Ohhh! says Mrs Swales. How divine is your bracelet! Do let me see!
MUM! says Surfing-With-Whales.
The customers are less excited. They thought they had been invited home to tea.
Welcome! says Surfing-With-Whales's mum. Come in, sit down. How many pizzas would you like?
There's eight of us, counting Farky, says Surfing-With-Whales. Do you like pizza, Farky?
No he doesn't, says Sweezus.
Yes I do, says Farky.
He can have the meat topping, says Surfing-With-Whales's mum. So that's how many pizzas?
Four large ones, says Mrs Hume. I'll pay. One Godfather, one Supreme, one Meatlovers and one Margarita.
Everyone is astonished by the order.
This isn't Domino's, says Surfing-With-Whales's mum. But I'll do my best.
She goes off round the back.
Well, says Mrs Hume. This is nice.
When are you leaving? says Arthur.
I might stay the night, says Mrs Hume.
Me too, says Professor Freud. Perhaps your mother could put us up?
Sure she could, says Surfing-With-Whales. And we can all sleep in the van.
My van? says Midge.
Yeah, says Surfing-With-Whales. Down in the carpark. Then we can get an early start. You'll get some good front lit shots.
True, says Midge. But that's five in the van, plus the dog.
The dog? says Farky. You mean me? I'm not sleeping in that thing. I've had four knee reconstructions this year.
Don't worry Farky , says Belle et Bonne. I'm sure Mrs Whales will let you sleep here.
Mrs WHALES!. Oh ha ha! laughs Surfing-With-Whales's mum, coming in with the pizzas. That's not my name. My name's Lauren. Lauren Swales.
Arthur thinks this is funny.
He laughs.
Mrs Swales puts the pizzas down on the table just out of his reach.
Sweezus takes a slice of faux-Meatlovers pizza.
Mrs Swales spies his yellow ostrich leather bracelet with the silver stud.
Ohhh! says Mrs Swales. How divine is your bracelet! Do let me see!
MUM! says Surfing-With-Whales.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Brill!
Yoo hoo! says Mrs Hume. It's me!
She comes down the steps with Midge.
Ripper, Midge! says Surfing-With-Whales. Cool van.
I knew you'd like it, says Midge. Picture of you on the side. What's happening?
Aww, says Surfing-With-Whales, bad gravy. Sloppy peaks, no kick, some random beachies later on.
Everyone looks glum.
Pfff, says Midge. Tomorrow?
Better, says Surfing-With-Whales.
Everyone brightens up.
Has anyone heard from Arthur? says Mrs Hume.
Nope, says Sweezus. And what's happened to our boards?
Oh, Arthur will have them, says Mrs Hume. He disappeared, looking for icecreams, but I'm sure he'll end up here eventually.
He disappeared! says Belle et Bonne. You mean he drove off in your car and left you?
I hope so, dear, otherwise it's been stolen, says Mrs Hume. Not that I would mind about the car. But that would mean your surfboards have been stolen too.
All at once they hear a familiar sound.
Squeeeee!
They look up. It is Mrs Hume's car, and Arthur, Farky and the surfboards. And who is this extra person? Professor Freud!
Hello all! shouts Professor Freud. I've just been showing Arthur the way.
To do what? shouts Surfing-With-Whales, who knows Professor Freud.
Ha ha, laughs Professor Freud. This young man knows what he's doing.
He does, does he? says Belle et Bonne. Arthur, you left Mrs Hume all on her own and drove off in her car.
With our surfboards, says Sweezus.
I'm here now, says Arthur. Sorry Mrs Hume.
Never mind dear, says Mrs Hume. We're all here now. Isn't this lovely. Shall we go and paddle?
Silence.
Professor Freud says gallantly, Madam I should be most happy to paddle with you.
Ooh, hee hee, says Mrs Hume, undoing her sandals.
They go off to the water's edge,
Arthur, says Belle et Bonne. You live a charmed life. But you look funny.
My blood orange gelati lips, says Arthur, don't you like them?
No, says Belle et Bonne. Farky's got them too.
Farky licks her leg.
Eeuw! says Belle et Bonne. Get away!
Well, says Midge. Wasted day. What'll we do for dinner?
Pizza, at mum's, says Surfing-With-Whales.
That sounds like a plan, says Midge. Is everybody coming?
Yep, says Sweezus. Pizza, it is. This is cool. Arthur's here, surf's up tomorrow, brill!
She comes down the steps with Midge.
Ripper, Midge! says Surfing-With-Whales. Cool van.
I knew you'd like it, says Midge. Picture of you on the side. What's happening?
Aww, says Surfing-With-Whales, bad gravy. Sloppy peaks, no kick, some random beachies later on.
Everyone looks glum.
Pfff, says Midge. Tomorrow?
Better, says Surfing-With-Whales.
Everyone brightens up.
Has anyone heard from Arthur? says Mrs Hume.
Nope, says Sweezus. And what's happened to our boards?
Oh, Arthur will have them, says Mrs Hume. He disappeared, looking for icecreams, but I'm sure he'll end up here eventually.
He disappeared! says Belle et Bonne. You mean he drove off in your car and left you?
I hope so, dear, otherwise it's been stolen, says Mrs Hume. Not that I would mind about the car. But that would mean your surfboards have been stolen too.
All at once they hear a familiar sound.
Squeeeee!
They look up. It is Mrs Hume's car, and Arthur, Farky and the surfboards. And who is this extra person? Professor Freud!
Hello all! shouts Professor Freud. I've just been showing Arthur the way.
To do what? shouts Surfing-With-Whales, who knows Professor Freud.
Ha ha, laughs Professor Freud. This young man knows what he's doing.
He does, does he? says Belle et Bonne. Arthur, you left Mrs Hume all on her own and drove off in her car.
With our surfboards, says Sweezus.
I'm here now, says Arthur. Sorry Mrs Hume.
Never mind dear, says Mrs Hume. We're all here now. Isn't this lovely. Shall we go and paddle?
Silence.
Professor Freud says gallantly, Madam I should be most happy to paddle with you.
Ooh, hee hee, says Mrs Hume, undoing her sandals.
They go off to the water's edge,
Arthur, says Belle et Bonne. You live a charmed life. But you look funny.
My blood orange gelati lips, says Arthur, don't you like them?
No, says Belle et Bonne. Farky's got them too.
Farky licks her leg.
Eeuw! says Belle et Bonne. Get away!
Well, says Midge. Wasted day. What'll we do for dinner?
Pizza, at mum's, says Surfing-With-Whales.
That sounds like a plan, says Midge. Is everybody coming?
Yep, says Sweezus. Pizza, it is. This is cool. Arthur's here, surf's up tomorrow, brill!
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Red Lips And Ethical Debates About Fish
Lola calls Preecey.
No worries, says Preecey. Already sorted. She's on her way to Middleton in Midge's van.
Your friend has made her own arrangements, says Lola. She's on her way to Middleton without you.
Arthur looks annoyed.
What's the matter, says Lola? Don't you know the way?
No, we don't, says Arthur. Damn! She didn't strike me as unreliable.
Yeh! says Farky. Unreliable.
I know the way to Middleton, says Profesor Freud. I should be happy to accompany you, that is if you don't think....
What? says Arthur. If we don't think....?
If you don't think there would be just too many characters, says Professor Freud.
No, no, the more the better, says Arthur. You can talk to Mrs Hume. She's old, like you.
I doubt that! says Professor Freud. She's David's mother! She must be well over eighty if a day. Whereas I...
But Arthur isn't listening. Lola is saying something.
Would you like a tissue, Arthur? asks Lola. You have bright red lips.
No thanks, says Arthur, catching sight of his reflection in the coffee machine. I like my bright red lips.
Arthur, Farky and Professor Freud say goodbye to Lola, pile into Mrs Hume's car, and squeal off in the general direction of Middleton.
............
Sweezus, Belle et Bonne and Surfing-With-Whales are discussing the ethical ins and outs of using fish leather for making bracelets.
Belle et Bonne: I didn't even know you could get fish leather.
Surfing-With-Whales: Yeah you can. Salmon, perch, cod, shark, eels.
Sweezus: Salmon!
Belle et Bonne: I suppose you'd have no problem with it.
Sweezus: No I wouldn't. I eat salmon, what's the diff?
Surfing-With-Whales: Man, I eat salmon, but I wouldn't wear it on my wrist.
Sweezus: As long as it didn't, you know, stink of salmon......
Belle et Bonne: Well I think that's totally irrelevant!
Surfing -With-Whales: Hey! Look who's arrived up top! It's Midge!
They look up. SURF FINK has just pulled up in the car park.
Mrs Hume gets out.
Belle et Bonne: Oh no! Where's her car? I hope she hasn't had an accident!
Sweezus: Sheeez! If she has, what's happened to our surfboards?
No worries, says Preecey. Already sorted. She's on her way to Middleton in Midge's van.
Your friend has made her own arrangements, says Lola. She's on her way to Middleton without you.
Arthur looks annoyed.
What's the matter, says Lola? Don't you know the way?
No, we don't, says Arthur. Damn! She didn't strike me as unreliable.
Yeh! says Farky. Unreliable.
I know the way to Middleton, says Profesor Freud. I should be happy to accompany you, that is if you don't think....
What? says Arthur. If we don't think....?
If you don't think there would be just too many characters, says Professor Freud.
No, no, the more the better, says Arthur. You can talk to Mrs Hume. She's old, like you.
I doubt that! says Professor Freud. She's David's mother! She must be well over eighty if a day. Whereas I...
But Arthur isn't listening. Lola is saying something.
Would you like a tissue, Arthur? asks Lola. You have bright red lips.
No thanks, says Arthur, catching sight of his reflection in the coffee machine. I like my bright red lips.
Arthur, Farky and Professor Freud say goodbye to Lola, pile into Mrs Hume's car, and squeal off in the general direction of Middleton.
............
Sweezus, Belle et Bonne and Surfing-With-Whales are discussing the ethical ins and outs of using fish leather for making bracelets.
Belle et Bonne: I didn't even know you could get fish leather.
Surfing-With-Whales: Yeah you can. Salmon, perch, cod, shark, eels.
Sweezus: Salmon!
Belle et Bonne: I suppose you'd have no problem with it.
Sweezus: No I wouldn't. I eat salmon, what's the diff?
Surfing-With-Whales: Man, I eat salmon, but I wouldn't wear it on my wrist.
Sweezus: As long as it didn't, you know, stink of salmon......
Belle et Bonne: Well I think that's totally irrelevant!
Surfing -With-Whales: Hey! Look who's arrived up top! It's Midge!
They look up. SURF FINK has just pulled up in the car park.
Mrs Hume gets out.
Belle et Bonne: Oh no! Where's her car? I hope she hasn't had an accident!
Sweezus: Sheeez! If she has, what's happened to our surfboards?
Saturday, December 1, 2012
All These Kissings v. Eternity
Arthur is determined to get two free icecreams by his own efforts.
That poem, he says, pointing to the chalkboard. What's it about?
Lola turns to read the poem, which she chalked up last Monday, and has now forgotten.
"And the moonbeams kiss the sea
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?"
What do you think? says Lola.
It's about persuasion, says Arthur. And the art of tit for tat.
So? says Lola.
My poem is about Eternity, says Arthur. It's at least worth two icecreams.
Lola thinks she gets it. Tit for tat. And Professor Freud is watching.
Okay, she says. Do your poem. Here's a duster, and some chalk.
Arthur rubs out Shelley's lame attempt to get a kiss. He writes Eternity, in chalk.
"She is found again.
What? Eternity.
It is the sea, gone away
With the sun."
Lola is not sure that this is better than the Shelley, but it is about the sea and it is deep.
Arthur gets his two blood orange gelatis.
Bravo! says Professor Freud.
Do I know you? says Arthur.
Professor Freud, says Professor Freud.
Then you know Sweezus, says Arthur. We're on our way to Middleton to meet him.
Yes, yes, I know Sweezus, says Professor Freud. An interesting chap. He had a dreadful toothache. That was last year. I expect it's better now. What are you two going to do at Middleton? Surfing I suppose?
Yes, says Arthur. He suddenly remembers that he has Mrs Hume's car and all the surfboards, but has forgotten Mrs Hume.
He tells Professor Freud.
Goodness me! says Professor Freud. You've left that fine old lady alone at Port Noarlunga, sitting on a bench. How long ago?
Hours, says Arthur. But she'll be alright. She was looking at the sea, remembering horses.
Professor Freud doubts that very much. Women's minds don't work like that, he thinks. Not horses. Maybe eels.
Lola has more practical concerns.
I'll call Preecey at South Port, Lola says. He can go and see if she's alright.
That poem, he says, pointing to the chalkboard. What's it about?
Lola turns to read the poem, which she chalked up last Monday, and has now forgotten.
"And the moonbeams kiss the sea
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?"
What do you think? says Lola.
It's about persuasion, says Arthur. And the art of tit for tat.
So? says Lola.
My poem is about Eternity, says Arthur. It's at least worth two icecreams.
Lola thinks she gets it. Tit for tat. And Professor Freud is watching.
Okay, she says. Do your poem. Here's a duster, and some chalk.
Arthur rubs out Shelley's lame attempt to get a kiss. He writes Eternity, in chalk.
"She is found again.
What? Eternity.
It is the sea, gone away
With the sun."
Lola is not sure that this is better than the Shelley, but it is about the sea and it is deep.
Arthur gets his two blood orange gelatis.
Bravo! says Professor Freud.
Do I know you? says Arthur.
Professor Freud, says Professor Freud.
Then you know Sweezus, says Arthur. We're on our way to Middleton to meet him.
Yes, yes, I know Sweezus, says Professor Freud. An interesting chap. He had a dreadful toothache. That was last year. I expect it's better now. What are you two going to do at Middleton? Surfing I suppose?
Yes, says Arthur. He suddenly remembers that he has Mrs Hume's car and all the surfboards, but has forgotten Mrs Hume.
He tells Professor Freud.
Goodness me! says Professor Freud. You've left that fine old lady alone at Port Noarlunga, sitting on a bench. How long ago?
Hours, says Arthur. But she'll be alright. She was looking at the sea, remembering horses.
Professor Freud doubts that very much. Women's minds don't work like that, he thinks. Not horses. Maybe eels.
Lola has more practical concerns.
I'll call Preecey at South Port, Lola says. He can go and see if she's alright.
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