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better
come in’, she said.
     
    Smithy bounced
into the room in his usual bouncy manner
     
    ‘Old misery
guts is not coming so Mum asked whether you would like to stay the
weekend’, Smithy asked.
     
    Tommy looked at
his mother and she nodded her approval.
     
    ‘It will do you
good’, she said. ‘It will keep you mind off other things’, she
added.
     
    Reluctantly
Tommy agreed knowing that he would other wise spend the weekend
with two tearful women.
     
    ‘I’ll get my
things together’, he said as he headed into the kitchen.
     
    The kitchen
door closed behind him and as it did so Tommy noticed something on
the kitchen floor. He leaned forward to pick up a small card that
lay near the kitchen wall.
     
    Goodnight
Mattresses
    Kingfisher
Road
    Broadacre

    The card had
printed on it. This must have fallen from the crooks pocket when he
crashed against the wall, Tommy thought. He placed it firmly in his
pocket and gathered the rest of his things for the weekend. His
Mother gave him an extra hug and kiss before he and Smithy made
their way up the road with Smithy walking along all of the walls
between his and Tommy’s house.
     
     

Chapter 2
     
    A Fishing We
Will Go

     
    Smithy asked
Tommy if everything was all right.
     
    ‘Why shouldn’t
it be’, Tommy replied.
     
    ‘It’s just that
you don’t seem your normal self’, Smithy answered.
     
    For a couple of
minutes nothing was said until Smithy jumped down from the wall
blocking the path of his friend.
     
    ‘There is
something’, he said looking quite worried.
     
    ‘No there
isn’t’, answered Tommy with tears starting to well in his eyes.
     
    ‘You’ll have to
tell me’, Smithy said. ‘Or I will stand here all night’, he
added.
     
    ‘OK, OK’, Tommy
replied. ‘But it’s for your ears only’, he added.
     
    ‘Right’, said
Smithy, looking even more worried to see his best friend so upset.
‘We’ll go out to the shed as soon as we get to my house and you can
explain what’s going on’.
     
    They arrived at
Smithy’s house, and informed his Mum that they were going to the
shed to play with his train set.
     
    ‘Your tea will
be ready soon’, she said in a laid back fashion.
     
    Both of
Smithy’s parents were like that. Nothing seemed to be too much
trouble and they liked the fact that Smithy was independent.
     
    ‘I tell you
what’, she said. ‘There’s no need to interrupt your play, I’ll
bring it out to you’.
     
    They both
smiled in approval and headed up the long garden path to the shed.
The door creaked as they entered their secret world of make believe
where they would loose themselves in play for hour after hour. The
shed was five metres long and three metres wide. On one side there
was a large layout of a steam railway complete with town and
villages, goods yards and tunnel running through hilly
countryside.
     
    ‘Well’ let’s
have it’, said Smithy.
     
    Tommy a little
worried at first started to tell Smithy what had happened. On his
part Smithy stood spell bound grunting the odd ‘Cor’ and ‘Wow’ at
various intervals. It took Tommy nearly half an hour to tell his
story which was interrupted by Smithy’s Mum with their tea’s. When
he finally finished Smithy stood there silent for a moment before
bursting out into laughter.
     
    ‘That’s the
funniest story you’ve ever told’, he said to Tommy who again had
started to get a little upset.
     
    Smithy noticed
Tommy’s face and said ‘Your not trying to tell me all this is true
are you’.
     
    Tommy turned to
face the far end of the shed. Suddenly the boxing glove on the
coiled spring shot out from Tommy’s chair, just missing the
background scenery that Smithy’s Dad had been painting.
     
    ‘Blimey’,
Smithy said his mouth now wide open in wonderment.
     
    The glove had
long disappeared but Smithy insisted in trying to find where it
came from on Tommy’s wheelchair. Scratching his head he looked at
Tommy with an almost