I remember mine too. A young Portuguese called Pena.
He couldn't speak a word of English, nor I Portuguese. The man I spoke to on the phone at the printers just sent him over when I asked, I only wanted a Cannon bubblejet. When the work ran out he made me cocktails and took to cleaning the pool. One day I didn't realise he was there and I had an unfortunate altercation with another young boy who had been living with me. He slipped and fell on the patio. Everything fell suddenly silent and I heard a faint gasp in the distance. It was Pena on the other side of the pool. We looked at each other momentarily before he turned and ran into the trees. I still wonder about him; he's the only one who knows what happened that day.
I remember mine too. A young Portuguese called Pena.
He couldn't speak a word of English, nor I Portuguese. The man I spoke to on the phone at the printers just sent him over when I asked, I only wanted a Cannon bubblejet. When the work ran out he made me cocktails and took to cleaning the pool. One day I didn't realise he was there and I had an unfortunate altercation with another young boy who had been living with me. He slipped and fell on the patio. Everything fell suddenly silent and I heard a faint gasp in the distance. It was Pena on the other side of the pool. We looked at each other momentarily before he turned and ran into the trees. I still wonder about him; he's the only one who knows what happened that day.