I went to a play with Mat. We parked on that road next to St Kilda Road and we ran through the gardens hand in hand, under the lights in the trees. Mat looked so handsome and happy. I love those moments with him. Two boys out on the town, together. Just him and me.
The play was good, really well written. Doubt. It was about a catholic priest who was suspected of molesting an altar boy.
It was funny, in the most part. The crusty old nun in charge of the school was excellent and hysterical.
The boy's mother, basically, said, if that was what her son had to do to pay for a good education, so be it. Your teenage son pays for his schooling with his arse? Interesting proposition, sensible. The mother said that she thought her son was gay anyway.
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