บท 42: Chapter 42

“Patrick! Good

morning.”

Patrick turned

and recognised Mr Amsel from the German café across the way, waving at him.

Next to the elderly shopkeeper, a wiry young man straightened up from where

he’d been crouching beside a pile of boxes. He was also smiling. Patrick waved

back at them both. The community spirit among his fellow traders was one of the

best things in his life nowadays. The young man, Curtis, was a regular supplier

and odd-job man for all of the businesses around here, and Patrick made a

mental note to chat to him about replacement tablecloths. Lee had suggested a

funkier design, to match a range of ice cream flavours based on musical styles

that Patrick was working on at the moment. And if anyone couldWith A Kicklater on for a mug of tea and a ‘Pluck and

Play’, his favourite ice. He’d talk to him then.

He glanced back down

the road, where the With A Kickshop-front light had just flickered on.