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Angie ran towards the door where he stood, totally filthy and grease smeared. He stretched out his arms and she was
enfolded in them, clinging as though she would never let him go again. They stood there, deeply pashing, for at least five minutes, until she had to come up for breath.
The kids appeared not to notice. They just said, ‘Hi Tom,’ and went on
with what they were doing.
‘Hey, you two, wait up!’ he called.
He stood there, with a silly grin
which showed every one of his laughter lines, spread all over his face.
‘Come over here, brats. I’ve brought each of you a prezzie from the city.’