the old man sits on a chair in my lounge room his face has seen years his eyes have shed tears he s been through a lifetime his friends have all gone he waits in his chair as i walk down the stair he look up at me and his face forms a smile his eyes fill with life as he notices me his body is ancient yet he looks so happy he opens his mouth and greets me with glee i look at the old man i smile politely i shake his leathery hand he gets to his to feet and i look in his eye i open my mouth and address the old man how did you get in my house old man i don t know who you are you seem like a very sweet nice old man but i don t know who you are the old man laughs and calls me tobias he thinks it s a game when i say my real name he asks how my wife is and how are my children i tell him i m single he laughs it away he walks to the kitchen and he puts on the kettle he asks me if i want some tea i tell him okay and the water starts boiling he fills up my cup and hands it to me i m sorry but that isn t milk old man i still don t know who you are you ve put mayonnaise in my tea old man and i don t know who you are the old man stops i think i ve upset him his smile disappears his eyes fill with tears he puts down the teacup looks up at me slowly and says dear toby i hate those japs i wander upstairs and i fetch some trousers he puts them on in the usual way he tells me that he doesn t know where he s going i say there s a room and that he can stay you can live in my house old man i don t care who you are you re pretty racist but funny old man and i quite like who you are yes i quite like who you are
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