"I need to ask you a favour mate, well, two favours."
"Whaddya' need mate?"
"On Monday I have to take the new work to the gallery, it's too big to carry on my own. Should only take half an hour, down the big stairs, through Woolloomooloo, up the path to the gallery."
"No worries mate, canvas is light, even I can carry that. What's the other favour."
"I need you to take it seriously. We have to be on time to meet the bloke there. And I need you to refrain from tripping down the stairs jokes, from small talk, I don't know mate, for some reason it seems inportant that we carry it there in the right way. It's my first real work. Hope you don't think I'm a being a wanker mate, it's just important to me."
"No worries mate, I understand, like Seymour Glass shining his shoes before he goes on the radio in that Franny And Zooey book you lent me."
"Right mate, just like that."
Parkstreet.
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