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before, yet it was hypnotic, he couldn’t think straight.
    ‘What are you doing here boy?’ A deep sonorous voice spoke into his ear.
    Expecting to see a big man to match the voice, he automatically looked up and around but there was no one like that. Suddenly he noticed, shorter than himself, a thick-set man standing in front of him, blocking his path. He didn’t look too friendly as Louis stammered.
    ‘I’m looking for Magda. She wants to see me. Can you show where her caravan is?’
    ‘Yes, I know Magda, everyone knows Magda, and I’ll take you if you tell me what she wants to see you for.’ The midget, although short, looked very powerful and threatening to Louis, yet he had despite this, regained his composure.
    ‘I don’t know what she wants, and if I did I wouldn’t tell you anyway’ the boy stuck his chin out in defiance.
    ‘Oh wouldn’t you now?’
    The midget folded his very hairy muscle bound arms across his broad chest, and then the heavy eyebrows lifted and Louis detected a smile under the black curly goatee beard.
    ‘My name is Ogobi and my fine young man what is yours?’ He still stood across the boy’s path.
    ‘It’s Louis.’ He answered.
    ‘Louis eh, is that fourteenth or fifteenth?’ Ogobi asked with a deep roar of laughter. ‘Come, I will take you to Magda, but you heed my warning, be very careful.’
    ‘Why is that?’ Louis asked him.
    Ogobi was already striding away waving his thick arms for the boy to follow him. As it happened, they only had to walk about fifty yards and soon his guide was pointing at Magda’s little door. The squat little man watched intently as Louis knocked on the caravan door, but as soon as it opened, he scuttled away out of sight.
    ‘Come in, come in my little boy, and sit on that chair. She pointed to the wicker chair. I am happy that you came today, you didn’t tell anyone did you?’ She asked a little threateningly.
    The question worried Louis for a moment. He felt that the old woman didn’t want him to say anything to anyone about his visit, but he was glad that he had told his father.
    ‘No, I didn’t’ he answered.
    Magda came up close to him ‘You didn’t? You never told anyone?’
    Louis felt guilty that he had told his father where he was going, but no one else, so he stood his ground.
    ‘No one, anyway why don’t you want anyone to know?’
    Magda lowered her head for a moment then spoke to him in a softer tone. ‘Forgive me dear boy, I meant no harm especially to you, I mean a good boy should always tell his father where he is going, it’s the right thing to do eh?’
    She gave him a toothless grin, not a pretty sight. Louis was now less tense and not a little surprised that the old woman knew he was lying, but the air of tension had receded between them.
    ‘How is your leg, the one I bandaged up yesterday?’ Louis asked. She moved the heavy black frock to one side revealing both shins. ‘Which leg was it? He asked. ‘I can’t see where the cut was, Magda.’
    The old woman looked at the perplexed boy and smiled. ‘Never mind about that dear boy, tell me about what you have been doing today.’
    Louis recounted his Saturday morning to her, and he spoke about the plight of some of his customers and how he felt sorry for them, especially their children. Then he told her about his best friend Danny, and how he stands by him when sometimes he gets picked on because of his disability. Magda urged him to say more about himself, and somehow it felt very easy to tell her.
    ‘I never knew my mother. Dad told me that she died giving birth to me. I think she came from France. I love my father and he loves me. We never argue and he never tells me off.’
    Magda raised her bony hand to Louis and he stopped talking. ‘Now my little Louis, I want you to listen carefully to my words. ‘Do you have anything that you treasure in that pocket there?’ She pointed to the shorter of his legs.
    He rummaged in his pocket. ‘I only have this. I