She headed into town. Walked down the high street. Yes, she was different now. She was stronger. She had untapped things inside her.
Things she might never have known about if she’d never sung in an arena or fought off a polar bear or felt so much love and fear and courage.
There was a commotion outside Boots. Two boys were being arrested by police officers as a nearby store detective spoke into a walkie-talkie.
She recognised one of the boys and went up to him. “Leo?” A police officer motioned for her to back away. “Who are you?” Leo asked.
“I—” Nora realised she couldn’t say “your piano teacher”.
And she realised how mad it was, given the fraught context, to say what she was about to say.
But still, she said it. “Do you have music lessons?” Leo looked down as the handcuffs were put on him. “I ain’t done no music lessons...”
His voice had lost its bravado. The police officer was frustrated now. “Please, miss, leave this to us.”
“He’s a good kid,” Nora told him. “Please don’t be too hard on him.”
“Well, this good kid just stole two hundred quid’s worth from there. And has also just been found to be in possession of a concealed weapon.”
“Weapon?” “A knife.” “No. There must be some mix-up. He’s not that sort of kid.”
“Hear that,” the police officer said to his colleague. “Lady here thinks our friend Leo Thompson isn’t the kind of kid to get into trouble.”
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