There was a cheerfulness in the family that hadn’t been present for a long time.
I waited quietly by the gate. The street was dimly lit by the lampposts and the hedges cast shadows into corners.
There must have been people working overtime at the factory and overtime never went past eight o’clock.
It rarely went past nine. I thought about the factory for a moment. I didn’t like it.
Its sad morning whistle was even uglier at five o’clock.
The factory was a dragon that gobbled up people every morning and spewed them out, very tired, at night.
I also didn’t like it because of what Mr Scottfield had done to Father.
Along came a woman. She was holding a handbag and had a parasol under her arm.
You could hear the clickety-clack of her heels on the pavement.
I ran to hide behind the gate and tested the string attached to the snake.
It obeyed. It was perfect. Then I crouched down in the shadow of the hedge with the string in my fingers.
Her heels drew closer and closer, then even closer and zip! I tugged on the string. It slid slowly across the middle of the street.
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