Prime Cuts
By Angus Gaunt
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Themes of deception, betrayal and unexpected delight are woven through Angus Gaunt’s first collection of stories. A maiden aunt prepares herself to be evicted from her home, and finds something wonderful happens. A father is taken in by a prodigal son’s promise of worldly gains. And why does the small town so dislike the new caf&eacu
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Prime Cuts - Angus Gaunt
Prime Cuts
Angus Gaunt
Ginninderra PressPrime Cuts
ISBN 978 1 76041 695 9
Copyright © text Angus Gaunt 2007
Cover image: Jemima by Pascal
All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Requests for permission should be sent to the publisher at the address below.
First published 2007
Reprinted 2018
Ginninderra Press
PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015
www.ginninderrapress.com.au
Contents
A Porky Prime Cut
The Kick
Sons of Silence
For Kate, with love
A Porky Prime Cut
When Krystel Smith was fourteen she became friendly with the new owners of the Blue Duck Café. Their names were Paul and Gareth Browne and it was the first time they had lived outside the city although they had been coming up to the high country for years.
The café had never done very well under the previous owners. It was a town where coffee was drunk out of cracked mugs at laminex kichen tables, where breakfast was a couple of pieces of quick toast and where a meal out was either a pub steak or the Chinese banquet at the bowling club. There were not many people who considered a three-dollar cappuccino to be money well spent.
It was Paul who spoke to her first. ‘Hello,’ he said as she stood in the street watching him busy with the paint rollers. He was working bare-chested, his shirt hanging down from the waist of his jeans even though it was not particularly warm. He came to the door. ‘What’s your name?’
Krystel was too fat to wear jeans and her hair hung in unbrushed strands over her cheeks. Nobody ever asked her name, except at school, so she told him. She was fascinated by the pink hairlessness of his chest, and the way it almost seemed to glow under its light sheen of sweat. Most men, when they took their shirts off to work, were deeply tanned.
Paul explained how they were giving the café a facelift, a new lease of life. The walls would be yellow, the counter and the tables purple. ‘I like my colours to be bright,’ said Paul. ‘Don’t you?’
‘Yes,’ said Krystel, even though she had never really thought about it.
The café and its new owners were the talk of the town for a few days. When they opened for business many people who had never set foot in the previous establishment came in for a look. All were greeted cheerily by Paul and because there was nowhere to hide, many of them sat down and ordered a coffee. It was all very nice, they agreed, but an undertone implied that the new owners were fighting a losing battle before they had even started. They had been comfortable with the old place, which could be safely ignored, its grumpy owners treated with a sort of mild derision. It had been like the pub, hopeless and rundown, but fuel for the satirical way they boasted of their town to themselves, their secret pride and comfort in its insularity.
At lunchtime, Krystel and her new friend, Selina Cleary, sat astride the wall at the bottom of the playing fields.
‘What about your dad?’ said Selina, rolling down the hem of her school dress where she had been displaying a bruise the size and colour of a ripe plum.
‘He used to, but he doesn’t any more. He still smacks my little sister, though, if he can catch her. She normally runs away.’
‘You’re lucky.’
Krystel had never thought of herself as lucky before. Now she wondered whether, in fact, she was. ‘My mum slapped me in the face last week,’ she offered.
‘Mums,’ said Selina. ‘Hardly counts.’
‘I reckon my mum is as strong as my dad,’ said Krystel. ‘She’s got a lot of muscle on her. Dad’s just got,’ she hesitated to say the word, ‘fat.’
‘Mine’s not,’ said Selina quietly. She sketched a pattern in the dust on the top of the wall, then swept it away and started another.
Behind them were all the yells, cries and thumps of the school at recess; another wall of sound.
Krystel started to sketch her own pattern. Suddenly she smiled to herself. ‘My dad farts all the time,’ she said.
‘Mine too!’ Selina giggled. ‘When he thinks no one’s around. Yesterday I came into the room when he was watching TV. He was wafting it with his hand. Like this!’
Both girls were giggling now.
‘He didn’t say a word when he saw me there. He just went red in the face.’
‘Mine’s the same,’ said Krystel. ‘What did you do?’
‘I got out of there. For two reasons!’
They were rocking backwards and forwards now, almost hurting themselves with laughter.
‘My mum’s as bad,’ said Krystel when she could speak again. ‘She claims she doesn’t do it but she does.’
‘Everyone does!’
Selina clenched the wall with her knees, raised her buttocks and let forth a little crack. Krystel tried to do the same but collapsed in a heap. The laughter came out of her in little sobs. In the back of her mind she saw her mother walking away from her in her wide track pants. Her exhilaration was spiced by the knowledge of this little betrayal.
‘Sitting with smelly Smithers now, are we?’ It was Heather Packard, walking past with her little entourage.
Selina made a face but