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‘Well I don’t want to sell you anything, but you do want to get those posters up, don’t you?’
‘It’s still dark,’ she whinged and tried to roll away from the light, but she rolled onto the kitten and was pierced by at least ten tiny needles. That woke her up. She sat up in bed and tried to cuddle Kiwi, who wriggled out of her grasp and stalked away in a huff.
‘You don’t want to put up posters in broad-daylight do you? Here, pull these over your P.J.s,’ he ordered, handing her an old pair of jeans and a jacket with a rip down the back.
‘What time is it?’
‘You don’t want to know,’ he answered. She was still trying to pull on her boots as he hustled her towards the front door. On the hall-stand was a bucket half full of something that looked like mushed up white jelly, a broad paintbrush, two pairs of rubber gloves and the pile of posters. Tom threw the brush into the bucket and put on a pair of gloves. He had an old coat on too, not the flash leathers he usually rode in.
Saffron put her own gloves on and picked up the pile of posters. Then she removed a few for her and Charles to put up at school. The light was on in the garage. Saffron put the posters in the studded, leather saddlebag as Tom wheeled the Vincent out onto the driveway.
It took a few minutes to kick-start the old bike. Saffron felt sorry for the neighbours. She buckled up her helmet, then held on tight as they roared down the street.