Toby & Gavin — The Missing Weekends
“The blue ones go on that rack, sorted by size.”
I worked beside her for nearly an hour before asking the question I’d been carrying since Kingsley bridge.
“Did you know the boys were going down there at night?”
She stopped folding.
“I knew they had helped Walter during some afternoons.
I did not know they were sleeping near the tunnel or moving equipment after dark.
If I had known, I would have contacted you and Brenda.”
I believed her.
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