Page 147 of I Can't Even Think Straight

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Of course, you’re seeing Obi.”

Mum processes this news,

and the trick I played on her

with my surprise turn.

I take a satisfied bite

of my breakfast bap.

“I couldn’t tell if Obi was gay,”

Mum says casually,

“because he’s just so posh.”

I splutter and spray the ground

with bits of bread and vegan sausage.

“Mum! I can’t believe you said that!”

“We’re still allowed to call posh people

‘posh,’ aren’t we?” Mum asks in earnest.

I shrug, teasing Mum again.

“Come off it, Kai.

You know what I mean...?”

I know what she means,

but I shrug once again.

Now Mum can’t tell

if I’m joking or not.

“Obi seems lovely.”

Mum places a hand on my arm.

“But we’ve known Matt for longer.

So, I’ve had longer to wonder

about you and Matt.

But no, it’s not you and Matt.

It’s you and Obi.”

Mum squeezes my arm gently.

“And you’re happy?”

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