Last Thursday evening, The Man had retired and I had settled down by the fire for a nice cozy time watching some episode of 'Midsomer Murders'. The Grandson was on his half term so I didn't have to get up at the God-awful time of 6.30 a.m. the next morning. So I was quite surprised to hear a very quiet rap on the door.
"Come in," I said expecting to hear Sam's voice in response. However, much to my surprise it was another voice with a surprising request.
"Can you take me home, please?" It was Sam's best friend, Eddy. Taken aback I turned and saw the lad, shyly looking down and looking slightly distressed. Like many lads his age in the UK he finds it difficult to explain things to an adult. Like many adults my age, I didn't fancy waking my husband at midnight with the request to get up, get dressed, and drive the boy home...
I explained that it was rather late to wake Sam's grandfather up, but Eddy had a ready answer. "My Mom will come and get me." I didn't think she would much appreciate the request any more than The Man and decided to try to find out what had happened.
Eddy and Sam have a very easy relationship -- hardly ever a cross word between them. I tried to get the boy to tell me what had happened, what Sam had done. The only reply he could give, as he shuffled his feet and eyed the floor uncomfortably was, "It's difficult to explain."
"Well, let's go up and talk to Sam and see if we can sort this out" I said calmly, turned my back on the telly and the cozy fireside and prepared to climb the stairs. Eddy seemed to like my suggestion and happily enough went up with me. The murderous villains of Midsomer would have to wait.
Sam was sitting up in bed, with a worried and sheepish look on his face.
"Sam, what is going on? Eddy wants to go home. Tell me what has happened."
"Well, we had a disagreement about what something means."
"So, what is it that you disagree about?" I said. In the meantime, Eddy sat down on his bed.
"Well, we disagree about what the word 'asexual' means..."
"Oh," I said, as nonplussed as possible. "So why don't you each tell me what you think it means.
I can't remember which one thought what. But one boy said,
"It means someone who wants to have a sex change operation."
And the other boy said, "It means someone who plays with himself."
I explained, with great authority,and relief, that both of them were incorrect. That, in fact, the term referred to people who were not interested in having sex at all. Then I sat by Sam on his bed and asked them both what Sam had done that had so upset Eddy. It turned out that because Eddy had disagreed with him Sam had called him an 'idiot' and 'stupid'.
So I lectured Sam about name calling and then suggested to Eddy that he learn not to take him seriously when he acts like a jerk. Eddy, magnanimously stood up and walked over to Sam and they shook hands! Sam shed a few tears of humiliation and Eddy got into his bed and Sam turned over and I assume they both fell asleep.
Crises over. Back to murder and mayhem by the fire...