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A Quiet Street
A child stands in the middle of the road yowling.
We go out and talk to him gently. He says his mother has left him to go shopping.
He is wearing a school jumper and flimsy blue shorts. Ailz takes his hand. His hand is freezing.
We walk him to his door- a few houses down- where his slightly older brother comes out and talks to us.
(Why aren't either of them in school?)
His Brother takes him in and locks the door.
Peace again. This is a very quiet street. And the BIG question- did we do the right thing?
The mystery of other people's lives.
We go out and talk to him gently. He says his mother has left him to go shopping.
He is wearing a school jumper and flimsy blue shorts. Ailz takes his hand. His hand is freezing.
We walk him to his door- a few houses down- where his slightly older brother comes out and talks to us.
(Why aren't either of them in school?)
His Brother takes him in and locks the door.
Peace again. This is a very quiet street. And the BIG question- did we do the right thing?
The mystery of other people's lives.
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You're not as good at lurking behind twitching lace curtains as I am...
I'll just have to make up a satisfactory ending to make everything come out all right for those little boys.
They move in with their REAL mother, who lives on a farm, and she gives them both ponies.
Everybody else goes off to jail, and good riddance.
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And very improving.