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“Ah, thank you Miss Faulks. Sorry, bit busy today.”
“Take care, a storm’s coming!”
And so it is. The ceiling windows were streaked with little rivers, while huge drops of water banged on the glass incessantly. Robert imagined the droplets of water on his face but was surprised to find he cannot do so. Mother always made sure no nasty raindrop would find its way to Robert’s delicate skin.
He wondered whether that locked door would lead him to the slanted roofs above.
Soon, they found themselves before an old yarn shop, where an old lady was sitting on her rocking chair, quietly humming to herself as she knitted a jumper. Robert sighed.
“I’m stuck with the old bat again?” “Robbie —”
“You wouldn’t find me an old bat if you start taking what I have to say seriously, young man. Furthermore, it’s Missus Laurence to you.”
Mother apologised for Robert, as she always did when he made a fool of himself. Ms. Laurence merely shook her head. Then Mother turned solemnly to Robert, and started droning on how he should behave while he is in the yarn shop, how he should keep himself out of trouble’s way and...
Robert was only half listening. An idea had sprung into his head when he saw the safety pin on a table.
“I love you, Robbie.”
“Yes, Mom, I know.”
She nearly flew down the escalator as the boy and the old woman sat down. Robert thought of all the time he had been in a shopping mall, nothing dangerous