When she returned home with her arm in a sling, upon first entry in
facing the family, she burst out in a lusty guffaw to hide her embarrassment
and went on to endorse gingerly the obvious with sarcasm towards self
clumsiness;
“You have to be dumb to fall
out of a stationary car don’t you?”
“Well you are”, replied Tim
with brotherly sardonic pleasures.
“Leave her alone,” Ted
barked. “She needs rest and is in no state for stupidity.” Following this
reprimand Bing walked in, and much to Zoe’s delight and Ted’s trepidation he
immediately begins cosseting her like a queen. She thrived on the attention and
Bing enjoyed the fact she was home bound and helpless.
Around this point in time Ted saved a small nest-egg and gave great
thought towards prospects in work and housing outside of the comfort zone of
the ‘Hostel’. He was an altruist whose sole aim as patriarch was to care for
his family and try to offer them the best chance for success in life. He was
making the most of the limited leisure time he had available to scour
newspapers for business opportunities outside of the square; he thought the
‘Hostel’ had been good to them but it was time to move on. One factoring
fixation of influence to his thinking was; he could see Bing and Zoe getting a
little too cosy together and preferred they break and be of a larger distance
away from each other. Also, he was truly passionate about wanting to sample new
adventures and test other moneymaking prospects. His reasons took in a diverse
mixture of considerations, each one egging him on to change the present
circumstances. His concerns about Zoe were not placed on a complete
disparagement of Bing’s calibre, it was more to the fact he thought her too
young to be getting so heavily involved in an immature crush, and as most fathers
would think in the same situation, he was not impressed with any boy who
intimately invaded the space of his daughter; as proven by the secret
surrounding the disappearance of Battista. It became very clear to him his
concerns could well be ascertained as correct because the fulfilment of Bing’s
endearing demeanour was ultimately captivating all her attention.
Bing, being a lot older than Don, was in his last few years of
completing school. In many ways Don was a lot like Bing, who in his younger days
would go to school in the mornings and walk off the grounds at recess with his
mates to ‘hitch’ a ride back to the ‘Hostel’. Letter after letter from school
authorities were sent home to Bing’s parents in disapproval of his raft of
truancies. They punished him severely, countless times, and ‘strap’ after
‘strap’ to his rear was painfully applied; but all to no avail. He continued
such taxing conducts all through his schooling years. Don enjoyed the
familiarity Bing undertook to establish a friendship with him and his family;
even with the age difference they shared a bond. His continual presence was
prioritised towards Zoe, and being friendly to Don was probably an excuse to
help prevent invidious discrimination from other family members, but regardless
of the reasons for his amity, and the likely tactical obsequious charm, he was
good to Don and his friends. He would spend a lot of time teaching Don to swim
in the water hole located a short distance from the ‘Hostel’ and took a great
interest in his safety; sadly he was not so prudent as to the relevance of his
own wellbeing and continued to do stupid things. At times his inanity was
surpassed only by his inability to realise the consequences of his actions. He
and his mates climbed out of the window of a moving train, just like in the
Western movies, and stood on the roof top playing ‘chicken’ with the face of
overhead tunnels. The rules, unlike the skills in reflex, was lacking in
complexity; as the tunnel grew nearer and nearer the first to ‘duck’ would lose.
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