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“No, my
sister is like that Carpenters song, you know where the angels get
together to make a dream come true?”
    “No,”
he said, flatly.
    “Right,
well just follow along,” I suggested. “So the angels rock up and they decide to
make this beautiful soul, who is pretty, gentle and affectionate. They sprinkled
moon dust in her hair or something similar… whatever… anyway when they finish
they put her in the womb to be born. But while they were doing that, one of
them said ‘hold up, crap, there’s two eggs here’. Following me so far?”
    Nik
smiled and nodded. “Is that part about the two eggs in the song?”
    “No,
from now on the rest of the story is all mine.”
    “Go
on,” he encouraged me.
    “So
these angels thought since they had perfection going on with the first one, they’d
have to fish around for leftovers. Then one of them says, ‘ah, I’ve got this
changeling’… you know the folklore…”
    “I
know about changelings,” Nik said, listening attentively as though he enjoyed
fairytales.
    “So
they agree, that’s a perfect solution—they drop this skinny, blonde, white, reclusive
changeling in next to perfection and the changeling falls madly in love with the
perfect offspring and they live happily ever after,” I said, and sipped my tea.
    Nik
studied me, not smiling, not speaking. He sipped his coffee.
    “Your
sister seems very lovely, but you Sah-sha, you’re…”
    The doorbell rang and I rose
quickly, trying not to spill my tea. “That will be the noodles.”
    “I’ve got this,” Nik said, putting
his coffee down and with his long legs he got to the door before me, grabbing
his wallet off the table on the way. He greeted the small Asian delivery guy
who had to look up a foot or more to see him. Nik whipped out some notes to
cover it and thanked the driver with a good tip.
    “I’ll give you half,” I said,
pulling the dollars from my purse.
    “No you won’t,” he said. “Plates?”
    I gave him a frustrated look.
    “I’ve got this Sah-sha, I’ll eat
most of it anyway,” he said.
    “Okay, thanks, but you’re wrong
there,” I said, and put my cash away. I entered the kitchen to get us some
plates and cutlery. “I think you’ve mistaken me for one of the beautiful people
who hang around you nibbling while they watch you eat, or purge up their food
later. I’m not starving to watch my figure… I eat.”
    “Good,” he said. “That would be
refreshing, then we can try some different places. I haven’t been anywhere good
to eat since I got here and fuck I’m hanging for a good meal. I’d really love
to try some real restaurants.”
    “Really? Is that why you’ve lost
weight?” I looked at him surprised; I wouldn’t have taken him for a food
connoisseur.
    He filled two glasses with water
and shrugged. “Lucas and I used to hang out a bit before he got a girlfriend,
but he just got everything delivered. The Russian’s single now, but he only
eats meat…”
    I laughed. “Yeah that sounds like The
Russian, you’ve got to keep moving around him or he’s sizing you up as a meal,”
I agreed.
    Nik smiled, and continued. “If it
is not spicy, Tomás won’t eat it. Andy, do you know the physio?” he stopped to
ask me.
    I nodded. “Sure, but not that
well.”
    “He and his wife have invited me
around a few times for dinner,” he clarified. “She can cook; he’s lucky. So did
Elizabeth, the coach’s wife, but that’s not the most comfortable meal… a
thousand questions.”
    I studied Nik as he gave an
insight to what his first few months here had been like. I forgot he was
probably a bit lonely, but at least now he was living with Alice and her
friend, Cassie.
     “That wouldn’t be fun,” I agreed,
reluctantly.
    Nik brightened. “I know, so go out
with me?” He looked at me and gave me a smile that would melt any red-blooded
girl.
    We spread the dishes on the
counter and helped ourselves. Nik tried some of my regular dishes and I tried
the ones I