#amwriting 184a

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Who is this," asked Diana, eyeing the grinning stranger with suspicion.

"Non binary, eh? She's nice," Saul, caught himself mid-sentence, "he... it... sorry, do you have a preferred pronoun?"

"Get out," she growled, pulling her grubby housecoat tighter.

Raj found himself in somewhat of a bind. He gestured to Diana that he had the situation under control. He had not seen his cousin in years. Not since a family holiday in his teens. He had disliked him then. An he disliked him even more now that he was standing in his sitting room confirming every snippet of news that had percolated through the family with the past week.

"May I?" asked Saul, gesturing towards the sofa. Raj nodded. In pique Diana declared that she would make tea and made a flamboyantly noisy exit from the room. Saul made a great display of making himself at home. He spread his arms along the back of the sofa, "do you mind if I?"

"This isn't that sort of house."

"Isn't it anything goes?"

"No drugs," said Raj, firmly.

Saul nodded sagely, moved his hand away from the inside pocket of his jacket - all the while surveying the room. He drummed his fingers on his knee, continued to nod his head, then sucked his teeth, "You used to..."

Raj cut him short, "not anymore."

"Messes with the hormones eh?" grinned Saul, tilting his head toward the kitchen. "My you are a sly dog. Getting her to dress in traditional costume to send those pictures to auntie. A wise move, I must say, old boy. And such bad luck to be struck down with flu for my sisters wedding. Leaving the women to look at her picture, and make educated guesses if our children would have blue or green eyes. It wasn't cricket. Not that some of us aren't followers of the limited-over game."

"What do you want?" repeated Raj, his voice deeper, his tone more deliberate; bordering on menacing.

"I'm here for the sixth international conference on Men's Rights," Saul declared, proudly: before adding, "well I am for visa purposes. But between you, me and the family, I'm here because my father and two brothers are in jail, and we need money."

Raj crossed to the door, made the briefest of small talk with Diana to see if she was alright, then made a very weak excuse that he almost was embarassed to say before closing the door. "in jail for what?" he asked, turning back to his cousin.

"Oh the usual thing. Taz's wife claims he raped her. You know the usual thing."

"Did he?"

"Of course not. Her family want to dispute the dowry, and her father wants... well, God knows what he wants. He's got himself involved in politics, and is trying to get himself in with some NGO that's paving the way for a big contract. You don't need to know the details. The long and the short of it is that we are stuck unless the girl remembers she wasn't raped, or we come up with a million dollars to make this go away."

"Can't you go to the police."

Saul laughed, "the money is for the police. How do you think things work in India?" This time he took the wrap of cocaine from his pocket, "why don't we have some fun. I bought this stuff from a friend of ours in Southall. I thought she might like it. Wasn't your wife a raver? Or was that another lie, on your non-family facebook account?"

Diana entered with a tray of tea in mugs, and a plate of biscuits. Seeing the wrap of drugs on the table somewhat lightened her mood. This was quickly deflated when Raj, by way of changing the subject from the situation in Mumbai, explained that Saul had come for a Men's Rights Conference.

"Those fascists," Diana spat.

"We are not all like that," smiled Saul, opening the wrap, "some us can spell hetro-normative. And some of us even know what it means."