will be out in a minute now. I’ll wait.”
“Don’t you think—shouldn’t you be getting on to the beach?” I said.
She had started talking to the kid and didn’t hear. She was feeling in her bag for something.
“The beach,” I babbled.
“See what I’ve got for you, baby,” said the girl. “I thought I might meet you somewhere, so I bought some of your favourite sweets.”
And, by Jove, she held up in front of the kid’s bulging eyes a chunk of toffee about the size of the Albert Memorial!
That finished it. We had just been having a long rehearsal, and the kid was all worked up in his part. He got it right first time.
“Kiss Fweddie!” he shouted.
And