Capítulo 67: Kensington Market

The last Saturday of every month Kensington Market Place is always packed. People from Bloomsbury flock here to buy treasures. The market also attracts people from less fortunate communities such as Trafalgar Square. Today is no exception. This happens to be my very first outing day to the market with Al. Being out in busy public places is weird because he attracts so much attention. He’s into everyone’s business like some social magnet. We’ve not even reached the stalls yet and he’s dragged me into three conversations with randoms.

“Look there’s everyone!” And off he goes dashing over to our friends, who are sat on some stone steps.

“I don’t think you’ll find any swords here,” says Mi, doing his best to suck up to Danny.

Danny shrugs then stretches out on the steps, his eyes on Lucy, who is fumbling her dagger from one hand to the other.

“It ain’t jewellery,” points out Geordie.

“She knows,” says Frankie.

“How does she know? I see her treating it like a tierra.”