something intricate with his kite, but he just pointed in the direction of another, standing, watching the others.“Hello, I’m Mohandas Rashid. Do you know Derrick?” asked Mohandas. The man stared at him for what must have been at least three seconds, then answered the question.“Erm… yes, I do.” He took a quick glance at Rachel and Derrick. “Did you want something?” He asked, noticing the kites.“Yeah, Mohandas here, is an old school friend of mine and he’s only staying for a few days. We brought our kites, as that was our favourite activity in our boyish days. We wanted to do it again for old times sakes.” continued Derrick.“Oh… that’s nice. Well, I suppose you could join us…” He said, looking over his shoulder. A man in the distance nodded slowly, and the first man handed Derrick a leaflet, which he promptly shoved inside his pocket. “Great! We’ll just get set up over here then,” said Rachel.The edgy old man looked uneasily about him, then went over to talk to some fellow members.“Well he was nervous, wasn’t he?” commented Rachel.“Yeah, it was like we were going to bite his head off!” replied Derrick.They spent the whole afternoon up at the common, flying the kites. If it wasn’t for Rachel having to go visit her mother, they’d have probably spent the evening there as well. Derrick had offered Rachel a lift, but she thought it better to walk. Without the female companionship, the boys left fifteen minutes after that. “Well, I’m ready to leave, what about you?” asked Derrick, reeling in his kite.“Yes. It looks as though it might rain. Shall we pop into your local for a quick pint on the way back?” suggested Mohandas. He turned in the direction of the pub, calculating how long it would take to get there.“Good idea,” Derrick paused to look at hi...
