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I met Tilly after she had finished work, before she caught her bus home, we went to a milk bar, had a coffee and bun. What did your mum say about you coming to my place to listen to LPs? I said. She doesn't trust you, Tilly said, and she doesn't believe your mum will be there to supervise. I sipped my black coffee disappointed. What about on your half day? She need not know you're coming to my place; we can play my sister's Beatles LPs or my Elvis, I said. Too risky, she might wonder why I'm not home on my half day, Tilly said. I lit a cigarette and so did she. Tell her in advance you've got some stock-taking to do. Tilly sighed: I've done more stock-taking recently; she'll suspect I'm up to no good. I looked at her and smiled; I tried and failed, but at least I can look at you now and enjoy your beauty, I said. She frowned: I am off on holiday the week after next, maybe we could arrange something then, she said, I have an uncle in Richmond and he's asked me to stay and look after his house for a few days while he's away. Richmond? I said, I suppose I could take a day off  and meet you. No, she said, a night as well. I smiled and so did she. Sometimes there's a rainbow you just don't see.
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
UNSEEN RAINBOW 1965
I met Tilly after she had finished work, before she caught her bus home, we went to a milk bar, had a coffee and bun. What did your mum say about you coming to my place to listen to LPs? I said. She doesn't trust you, Tilly said, and she doesn't believe your mum will be there to supervise. I sipped my black coffee disappointed. What about on your half day? She need not know you're coming to my place; we can play my sister's Beatles LPs or my Elvis, I said. Too risky, she might wonder why I'm not home on my half day, Tilly said. I lit a cigarette and so did she. Tell her in advance you've got some stock-taking to do. Tilly sighed: I've done more stock-taking recently; she'll suspect I'm up to no good. I looked at her and smiled; I tried and failed, but at least I can look at you now and enjoy your beauty, I said. She frowned: I am off on holiday the week after next, maybe we could arrange something then, she said, I have an uncle in Richmond and he's asked me to stay and look after his house for a few days while he's away. Richmond? I said, I suppose I could take a day off  and meet you. No, she said, a night as well. I smiled and so did she. Sometimes there's a rainbow you just don't see.
A BOY AND GIRL AFTER WORK IN 1965
TerryCollett
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
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