Chapter 19

“Down there,” Trevor

pointed between his legs.

“You mean, in one of your

uh, balls?”

Trevor nodded, he felt his

face going red.

Someone else entered the toilets

and saw the two of them standing there.

Before the newcomer said

anything, Paul took hold of Trevor’s elbow and guided him out

through the door, along the corridor and into his office, closing

the door behind them. Showing Trevor to a seat, Paul took the one

next to him. He didn’t say anything, just gave him the space to

talk.

“I—My dad died of

cancer.”

Paul nodded as if he

understood. “And you’ve been afraid of it ever since, just in case

it…”

“I’m scared. I’m only

thirty-two.”

The hand that Trevor only

then realised had been holding his throughout, tightened slightly.

“How long? I mean, when did you first notice the lump?”

“Just over a week ago.

Saturday.”

“The day before the

cricket match?”

Trevor nodded.

“Oh Trevor! Why didn’t you

say anything? I mean—”