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music up loud enough to deafen any thoughts he
had inside him.
“I’m going on Saturday in any case,” I said. “I like
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Grandpa. And I don’t want him to be lonely.”
Dad nodded.
He hadn’t heard a word.
I used football training as my excuse.
I asked for my weekly allowance. It would be
enough for tickets. Then I packed my bag with the
football socks, blue shorts and proper football boots
I’d insisted on getting.
I had to think of everything.
“If you want something to eat, look in the fridge,”
said my mother.
“Thanks,” I said.
I made one cheese sandwich and one with
pickled herring.
That surprised her. “Have you started to like
herrings?”
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