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Mr Kelly came running.
Kevin set down the two hags and flexed his wrists.
"I was wanting a word, with you, son." Mr Kelly cleared his throat.
"It’s just that I’d like you to s come back and work for me."
Kevin stared at him for a moment, then he said, "No thanks."
"Now look here, Kevin boy, we all make mistakes in our time. I'm
right sorry about that gun business. I don't believe you did it at all. Could you not be forgiving me?"
"I have forgiven you."
"That's all right then. Will you come back? I'm needing you
and I miss your company when I'm out with the truck. We always
got on fine together, didn't we?"
"Yes."
"What do you say, Kevin?" Kr Kelly rubbed his hands together with
an air of nervousness. "I'll put up your wage."
"I'm sorry. No."
"But why not?"
"I just don't want the job back. The less of these streets I see the
better."
Kevin walked on.
Mrs Rafferty was at her door. "Morning, Kevin," she called out.
"Good morning, Mrs Raffertyy."
"Getting in the messages then? You'll be a right good housewife
in no time at all." She laughed, a high-pitched laugh that followed
him the rest of the way along the street.
He shut the door of the house tight behind him. It was not often
