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Whaur ur ye gonnae? Mrs Scot said. Going out with Benny Hannah said. Whaur abit? her mother asked. Maybe swimming in Bedlam Park Hannah replied. Again? Ye only went lest week her mother said moodily. Hannah went into her bedroom to find her swimming costume her mother followed her. Ah guess ye want some bunsens? the mother asked. Just a few pence for the locker key Hannah said. Her mother went out and Hannah found her costume and a towel and waited. There was a knock at the front door and Mrs Scot answered it. Benny stood there she stared at him. Ye hud best come in Ah suppose she said to him. He entered and walked down the passageway Mrs Scot following behind muttering. Hannah met him by her door got your swimming stuff? she said. Yes and money he said. Mrs Scot got her black purse and gave Hannah a few coins and stared at them both. Nae funay business she said. Of course not Hannah replied. They went to the front door and went out. The mother watched them cross the Square and out of sight down the slope. What did she mean no funny business? Benny said. Just Mum being her usual charming self Hannah said. Benny let the words disappear from his 12 year old head.
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC
NO FUNNY BUSINESS 1960.
Whaur ur ye gonnae? Mrs Scot said. Going out with Benny Hannah said. Whaur abit? her mother asked. Maybe swimming in Bedlam Park Hannah replied. Again? Ye only went lest week her mother said moodily. Hannah went into her bedroom to find her swimming costume her mother followed her. Ah guess ye want some bunsens? the mother asked. Just a few pence for the locker key Hannah said. Her mother went out and Hannah found her costume and a towel and waited. There was a knock at the front door and Mrs Scot answered it. Benny stood there she stared at him. Ye hud best come in Ah suppose she said to him. He entered and walked down the passageway Mrs Scot following behind muttering. Hannah met him by her door got your swimming stuff? she said. Yes and money he said. Mrs Scot got her black purse and gave Hannah a few coins and stared at them both. Nae funay business she said. Of course not Hannah replied. They went to the front door and went out. The mother watched them cross the Square and out of sight down the slope. What did she mean no funny business? Benny said. Just Mum being her usual charming self Hannah said. Benny let the words disappear from his 12 year old head.
A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1960
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC
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