TBaby/Jason/William/Meeting
Mary was waiting for you when you knocked on her door. She was smartly dressed in a long skirt and a jacket, and high heels. She lets you in and then stops. "I, err," she said. You wait to see what she wants to say. "I just want you to know that Will sometimes makes up stories, so if he tells you anything, err, strange, it's just a story... Okay?"
"Err, yeah, sure," you reply, a bit mystified but who knows what goes on in people's heads.
You sit down in an armchair. William stands there looking at you, he obviously expects you to do something, so you ask him what he wants to do. He suggests TV but it's Saturday afternoon so they'll be nothing on except sport. You ask him how he's getting on at school and then you realise that the same school you went to, so you talk about the teachers. When that subject dries up, you end up turning the TV on anyway and clicking around the channels to see if there's an old film or something.
William is a good-looking kid and makes you think about your time at primary school. For no real reason, you ask him if he got a girlfriend. "I'm only six," he says.
You tell him about Nadi. "I had a girlfriend when I was your age," you say. "She lived next door to me and she was really beautiful with skin the colour of milk chocolate and curly black hair. That was before we moved here though.
"Was she the same age as you," William asks.
You shake your head. "Nah, she was a couple of years older, but with living so close we used to play together a lot. It was her who taught me how to kiss and I was madly in love with her. I don't think she felt the same about me though. Did you ever kiss a girl," you ask.
He shakes his head and blushes. "Only Aunty Susan," he says. You say that relatives don't count and he tells you that she wasn't a real aunt, just someone who collected him from school. "We did more than just kiss," he says with a grin.