Chapter 90

“Trev.” Paul offered his former house-mate the ghost of a smile. “I’m surprised Pete managed to talk you into joining us. He must have something I don’t.”

Ouch, Trevor thought as he sat on a nearby bench and began to change into his cricket whites. “He had totwist my arm. Sorry, that’s probably a poor choice of words given what happened to what’s-his-name whose place I’m taking.”

“Jake, yeah.”

The two fell silent, but fortunately other people began to enter the pavilion, so Trevor was saved the chore of trying to make conversation.

Thommo kept his distance and thankfully didn’t voice his homophobic opinions. Part of Trevor was disappointed. He hadn’t had many opportunities to sharpen his tongue recently, and Thommo was such an easy target.

Practice began well. Trevor got a few tips from the other bowlers to smooth out his bowling action. Equally Trevor was able to pass on a few things he’d remembered about finger-spinning.