Part XIV: Carrots and Sticks
‘Course you can stay. I want you to go back to the nutters, though, and tell them.’
I don’t want to go back.
‘I ran away for a reason.’
‘I’m no fan of theirs, either. But they looked after and raised you. They deserve to be told. Believe me, they’ll want to know.’
I ignore his words. I know he’s right
‘Come on, I’ll show you something.’
It’s a shelf. Stacked with shoes and boots.
‘Let me see. Looks like a four to me.’
He grabs a box and opens it. They are like my boots, only bigger.