Chapter 18

4

“What’s wrong?” Paul gave

Trevor an appraising look. “You haven’t been, uh, well, not

yourself lately. You’ve not changed your mind about joining the

cricket team?”

“No, I told you I’m not

interested in the bloody cricket team!” Trevor snapped. It had been

a week since the match, and Paul had managed to bring up the

subject of him becoming the team’s spin bowler almost every

day.

“Whoa!” Paul held up his

hands. “So if it’s not the unmentionable game of willow hitting

leather, what’s the matter? It’s not like you to be like

this.”

“It’s nothing.” Trevor

knew he’d spoken too quickly.

Paul raised an eyebrow,

but remained silent.

The two were sitting at the

breakfast table, Paul with his usual bacon sandwich. Trevor, not

being hungry, had a cup of tea.

Paul’s continued silence

and penetrating gaze unnerved Trevor, who squirmed in his

seat.

“There’s nothing

wrong.”

“Uh huh.” It was obvious

Paul didn’t believe him.