We were in the hot spot. Father slipped out of the army. New life emerged in the new city. Skeleton trees. Buttery sunsets. When father found the new job at the flavour factory, we were filled with light pleasant quivers. One pound to slide down the water slide, hot chocolate from the new machine for 20p. The judo king was sent to spy. We fed him brussels sprouts on Sunday. It sounded simple, till it wasn’t.
