The cat offers itself. Of course he wants care and shelter. You don't buy love for nothing. Like all pure creatures, cats are practical." (William S. Burroughs) Chapter 10. Douglas and I had driven back the other way to High Wycombe town itself and now we were driving to West Wycombe up a straight road. There are straight roads everywhere in Australia, some many miles long, so I was surprised when Douglas told me that long, straight roads are unusual in England. I was also surprised that Douglas had spoken. There had been a lengthy and uncomfortable silence after his disclosure of yesterday. I had shown him out of the house and then spent the night dreaming. They were not nice, sane dreams or even the nightmares to which I had grown accustomed. Instead, I dreamed that I kissed Douglas who turned into a vampire. Douglas wanted to drink my blood to rejuvenate his face rather than paying for botox as it wasn't covered by his health insurance.
