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Ingrid's mother was found not guilty of the ****** of her husband and released. Benny heard from his mother about it from the local paper. Ingrid was living with her sister miles away. Benny had only seen her once since she went away. Will they move back? He asked his mother. Don't suppose they will, she replied, probably move elsewhere. Benny sighed: he liked Ingrid; he befriended her when others wouldn't. Her old man had been a bully and abuser, and Benny wasn't saddened when someone cut his throat outside the public house and left him there. At least her mother was free now; he hadn't thought she had done it. He walked upstairs to the flat where they used to live; it was empty now; he assumed another family would move in there. He looked over balcony at the Square below: the milkman was delivering milk from his horse-drawn cart; kids played on the pram sheds or played skip-rope or rode bikes round the block. He missed Ingrid; he guessed she went to another school; he wondered who befriended her now. He watched the horse stop and feed from a nose-bag, while the milkman delivered the milk to doors below.
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
Acquittal and After 1957
Ingrid's mother was found not guilty of the ****** of her husband and released. Benny heard from his mother about it from the local paper. Ingrid was living with her sister miles away. Benny had only seen her once since she went away. Will they move back? He asked his mother. Don't suppose they will, she replied, probably move elsewhere. Benny sighed: he liked Ingrid; he befriended her when others wouldn't. Her old man had been a bully and abuser, and Benny wasn't saddened when someone cut his throat outside the public house and left him there. At least her mother was free now; he hadn't thought she had done it. He walked upstairs to the flat where they used to live; it was empty now; he assumed another family would move in there. He looked over balcony at the Square below: the milkman was delivering milk from his horse-drawn cart; kids played on the pram sheds or played skip-rope or rode bikes round the block. He missed Ingrid; he guessed she went to another school; he wondered who befriended her now. He watched the horse stop and feed from a nose-bag, while the milkman delivered the milk to doors below.
Benny and his friend 1957
TerryCollett
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
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