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                   Yes,   she   was   different   now.   She   was   stronger.   She   had   untapped   things

                inside  her.  ings  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.
                   ere  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.
                   e 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. ere 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 ompson isn’t the kind of kid to get into trouble.’
                   e  other  police  officer  laughed.  ‘He’s  always  in  and  out  of  bother,  this

                one.’
                   ‘Now, please,’ the first police officer said, ‘let us do our jobs here . . .’
                   ‘Of course,’ said Nora, ‘of course. Do ever ything they say, Leo . . .’
                   He looked at her as if she’d been sent as a practical joke.

                   A few years ago his mum Doreen had come into String  eor y to buy her
                son  a  cheap  keyboard.  She’d  been  worried  about  his  behaviour  at  school  and
                he’d   expressed   an   interest   in   music   and   so   she   wanted   to   get   him   piano
                lessons. Nora explained she had an electric piano, and could play, but had no

                formal  teacher  training.  Doreen  had  explained  she  didn’t  have  much  money
                but  they  struck  a  deal,  and  Nora  had  enjoyed  her  Tuesday  evenings  teaching
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