Lingard066

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CHAPTER EIGHT

Uncle Albert peered back. "Is that you Kevin lad^boy?"

"It is?"

"What are you doing ^out here at this time of the night?"

"Looking for a lift."

The engine shuddered and died. "Drat^Blast it," said Uncle Albert, "I've always the devil of a job getting it going^{This is a pig to start} once it stops."

"I know that^!" said Kevin. "Uncle Albert, I've a friend here with
me. This is Sadie. Sadie, this is my fatner's brother."

Uncle Albert leaned over to take Sadie's hand. "Pleased to meet
you, Sadie."

"How do you^/do, Mr McCoy?"

"Are you getting in then, the two of you?"

"We'll get in the back," said Kevin.

"And then you can have a wee cuddle, eh?" Uncle Albert chuckled.

Sadie giggled. She thought Uncle Albert might well be to her
liking. Kevin tugged open the back door and they slid on to the
back seat. ^{They sank into the middle of it.} The springs had gone ^{a long time ago}.

"You'll need to tie up the door^handle, Kevin, said Ucnle Albert. "t^The
door's inclined to fly open^{catch is busted}. I wouldn't be wanting you to fall out
on a corner."

Kevin tied up the handle with the piece of string dangling from it^,
and settled back with his arm round Sadie.

"Right, we're off!" Uncle Albert pulled the starter. Nothing
happened. He cursed, tried again.