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Benny met Ingrid by the steps down to the playground of the lower school she had hesitated and looked back at him so crowded she said and noisy wait over by the flower bed and keep in the quiet place so they walked back over by the flower bed we can be blood friends he said blood friends? she said frowning yes a friend of mine Jim said it was what Injuns used to do in the Wild West Benny said she looked at him intently do what? she asked well we make a small cut on our thumbs then join them together and exchange blood he said she looked horrified cut our thumbs? she said her eyes large behind her thick lens glasses just a small cut he said and exchange blood? she said yes he said taking hold of her thumb in his fingers press our thumbs together and the blood from us both mix and we'd be blood brother and sister she looked at her thumb what if it keeps bleeding? she said it won't he said we press until it stops she didn't look convinced not here she said no no he said we need a knife and I haven't one here but I have a penknife at home we can use she looked at him through her thick lens what do I tell my dad if he asked how I cut my thumb? Benny looked at her thumb between his fingers we'll think of something he said when would you do it? she asked he released her thumb after school? he said where abouts? she said my flat my mum'll not say anything if you come in he said she looked uncertain but my dad what if he won't let me out? she said see how it goes he said if you your old man don't let you out then we can do it another time she looked at him then at her thumb will it hurt? no no Benny said me and Jim did it we're blood-brothers now she looked down in the playground at the kids at play maybe she said maybe another day ok Benny said and both walked on and away.
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
A MATTER OF BLOOD 1958
Benny met Ingrid by the steps down to the playground of the lower school she had hesitated and looked back at him so crowded she said and noisy wait over by the flower bed and keep in the quiet place so they walked back over by the flower bed we can be blood friends he said blood friends? she said frowning yes a friend of mine Jim said it was what Injuns used to do in the Wild West Benny said she looked at him intently do what? she asked well we make a small cut on our thumbs then join them together and exchange blood he said she looked horrified cut our thumbs? she said her eyes large behind her thick lens glasses just a small cut he said and exchange blood? she said yes he said taking hold of her thumb in his fingers press our thumbs together and the blood from us both mix and we'd be blood brother and sister she looked at her thumb what if it keeps bleeding? she said it won't he said we press until it stops she didn't look convinced not here she said no no he said we need a knife and I haven't one here but I have a penknife at home we can use she looked at him through her thick lens what do I tell my dad if he asked how I cut my thumb? Benny looked at her thumb between his fingers we'll think of something he said when would you do it? she asked he released her thumb after school? he said where abouts? she said my flat my mum'll not say anything if you come in he said she looked uncertain but my dad what if he won't let me out? she said see how it goes he said if you your old man don't let you out then we can do it another time she looked at him then at her thumb will it hurt? no no Benny said me and Jim did it we're blood-brothers now she looked down in the playground at the kids at play maybe she said maybe another day ok Benny said and both walked on and away.
A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1958 AND BLOOD MIX.
TerryCollett
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
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