The Boy Page #4

- And they paid you in cash?

- Yeah.

In pounds.

- What are you doing?

- Im just getting dressed.

Malcolm is gonna give me a

tour of the town.

- Are you going on a date?

- Its not a date.

We dont call it a date anyway.

- Really?

- Its more of a professional...

- ...courtesy.

- How is that not a date?

Well, we work for the

same people, dont we?

Yeah, okay.

- You gonna wear your coral dress?

- I dont know. I ll figure it out.

Let me guess. Youre drinking

a nice glass of red wine?

Maybe.

I know youre going

on a date, Greti.

I thin it is good

that youre going out.

You dont have to deny it

because he is the grocery man.

Greta?

Are you there?

- Sorry.

- What happened?

- Nothing. Its Brahms.

- Brahms?

The doll.

My clothes.

Hello?

Malcolm, if thats

you, this isnt funny.

Look, is somebody up there?

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Malcolm!

Up here!

Malcolm!

No! Malcolm!

Oh my God, up here!

Malcolm!

Greta!

Malcolm! Malcolm!

Did you spend the

night up there?

What kind a girl goes

into someones attic?

I bet no one has been

up there for years.

Well, thats one mystery solved.

Let me check the

rest of the house.

So, Greta...

Ive checked every nook and

cranny in this very lovely...

...and very weird large house.

And the windows

are sealed tight.

The house is clear, okay?

There was someone

in here, I know it.

My clothes...

You know, I used to

sleep-walk when I was a boy.

I wasnt sleep-walking.

I could stay for a bit.

Make sure we dont have some very

polite burglar on our hands.

Coming in, taking nothing and then locking

up after himself before he leaves.

Its really no problem.

Im here anyway.

- Youre sure.

- Absolutely.

Okay.

You've played this before.

Let me know when you are

ready to play for money.

No, thanks.

So,

tell me about Brahms.

I told you about all I know.

That was a truly

terrible poker face.

Alright. What do

you want to know?

What he was like?

The real Brahms.

You need to know there is

two types of talk in town.

In this, polite

talk and pub talk.

You know?

And the truth is

somewhere in between.

Okay, what was the polite talk?

That he was a lovely lad

and its a tragedy...

...that he was taken

at such a young age.

And the pub talk?

Well, you know, that we

wasnt such a lovely lad.

That he was strange.

Whats the truth?

You know, one day I came

out here for a delivery.

I didnt know it at the time,

but it was Brahms birthday,

or would have been.

Mrs. Heelshire she was in the sitting

room, opening presents with the doll.

And Mr. Heelshire...

...he was in here.

Off his-pickle.

Drunk and mumbling to himself,

"He couldnt do it anymore."

I told him Ill

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