Boz Cleans Up

“Hey you gonna give me hand or what?” Boz called up the steps for Hando.

“Yeah,” Hando came down the stairs, “What’s got into you?”

“Maybe I’m tired of living like a swagman, time to clean out my place.”

“Heh, there ain’t enough garbo’s to take all this away.”

Boz ignored him and started tossing empty beer cans, old torn up clothes and newspapers in a pile.

“What do you want me to do Boz?”

“Bag that shite up and drag it out side .”

Hando started bagging, “How come you let it get in such a mess to start with.”

“I didn’t care and once it started piling up I cared less.”

“So now you care?”

“Just bag the stuff up.”

A little later, “Hando, what kind of stuff do you use to clean your loo?”

“Oh man, if you gotta ask…you need something Boz I’ll go get it.” Hando went upstairs and got his bucket of cleaning supplies and brought them back down. “Use what you need to. Hey did I tell you I think I got a job?”

“No shit, where?”

“At the Crossing, bartending.”

“Onya then, you know about bartending I reckon.”

“No but I got a teacher, Bet.”

“Good for you Hando, I tell you what the reason I’m mucking this place out…I met somebody on Saturday night in Coffs. After work of course, I stopped in the pub on the corner where I work and walked right up to her and bought her a drink, just as slick as that.”

“She coming out here?”

“I don’t know yet but if she’s willing I gotta be ready.”

Hando smiled a little, “what’s her name, anybody we know?”

“Nina, her name’s Nina.”