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Your old man opened the door and stood there smiling. She won't be long Benny boy she's just making herself beautiful or haven't you got that long? and he laughed and went back indoors and left the door open ajar. I stood there on the red tiled doorstep and waited looking back into the Square seeing the man with the boxer dog walk past on his way to the shop. The milkman was over the way delivering milk to the flats on the ground floor. The door opened again and your old man said just off to the work someone has to keep the railways going and he stepped off down the steps and away across the Square and down the slope. Your brother Hem came out the door he stared at me and went past and around the corner he didn't like me since I beat him up for throwing a firework at my sister. Then you came to the door in that white dress and your hair in a mess. Won't be long you said just got to have a wash and be with you. Ok I said see you soon and you went back indoors and closed the door. I sat on the doorstep watching the world go past hoping you wouldnt be long and sorted through my small collection of football cards which ones to keep and which ones to swap at school on Monday. I hoped you wouldnt be long as the Saturday matinee started in half an hour and I hated being late.
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 3:51 AM UTC
Waiting for Lydia 1958.
Your old man opened the door and stood there smiling. She won't be long Benny boy she's just making herself beautiful or haven't you got that long? and he laughed and went back indoors and left the door open ajar. I stood there on the red tiled doorstep and waited looking back into the Square seeing the man with the boxer dog walk past on his way to the shop. The milkman was over the way delivering milk to the flats on the ground floor. The door opened again and your old man said just off to the work someone has to keep the railways going and he stepped off down the steps and away across the Square and down the slope. Your brother Hem came out the door he stared at me and went past and around the corner he didn't like me since I beat him up for throwing a firework at my sister. Then you came to the door in that white dress and your hair in a mess. Won't be long you said just got to have a wash and be with you. Ok I said see you soon and you went back indoors and closed the door. I sat on the doorstep watching the world go past hoping you wouldnt be long and sorted through my small collection of football cards which ones to keep and which ones to swap at school on Monday. I hoped you wouldnt be long as the Saturday matinee started in half an hour and I hated being late.
A boy and girl in London in 1957
TerryCollett
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 3:51 AM UTC
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