Don't Let it Be Forgot · Jan 1, 2023
The child of Lisbon
Johnny Doolin counted out the money again onto the coffee table in his mother’s house. ‘Eighteen quid, ten and six. Still nearly thirty quid short.’ His older brother, Harry shook his head. ‘We still have a week tae find the money but this flying caper scares the living daylights oot of me.’ Johnny regarded him, ‘Harry we need tae get there on Thursday and be back on Friday. I’ll be papped oot my job if I’m no on the shop floor on the Monday morning...
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